I decided to give my house a name. This isn’t really that unsual. I gave my last house a name. I referred to it as Wildeve Cottage. Although I have been referring to this house as “the Victorian” I didn’t want to keep calling that.
I didn’t intend to give my house another “W, ” but it just happened. I considered “Windemere;” however, there was already a hotel by that name. Then, of course, I considered literature and books that I had previously read or are on my “to be read” pile. I rememered that there was a book by Anne Bronte called The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. When I read the synopsis of the book, I thought I could identify alot with the tenant in that book.
Of course, I didn’t want to copy the name that closely, so I changed the spelling, and I’m using Manor instead of “Hall.”
I told one of my co-workers this past week, and she looked shocked. It was pretty funny actually. This co-worker has known me for going on 10 years, but yet I still manage to surprise her.
I will freely admit that the name is a little grand for the house at the moment, but I have big plans for the house. The new name is the inspiration for the end goal that I have in mind.
But more about that later.
