I love my house. It’s 790 square feet of beautiful cove ceilings, stained glass, ceramic tile, hardwood floors, and it’s all mine. The previous owners loved this house too and it’s obvious in the care they took with it. We’ve owned it for about 18 months and have made very few changes to the original decor. We painted one room (story here). Everything else remains as it was when we bought the house.

When we first viewed the house we noticed how small it was but thought it was absolutely perfect for the two of us. After we purchased the house, we started calling it the mouse house due to it’s diminutive size. Calling it a doll house just seemed too cliche – and way too girly for the two of us. Ever since, we’ve been happily referring to the house as the mouse house. The name just fits – both us and the building.

Every Sunday, the Edmonton Sun prints an article related to derelict houses in the city that have been boarded up by Capital Health. Last week, the article referred to the derelict house as a “mouse house”. Granted, they weren’t using the term as a cute way to describe the size of the building but rather the itty bitty critters running around inside it. It was obvious by the description provided that this “mouse house” wasn’t loved and cared for but rather ignored and let to rot from within.

I love my house and I don’t plan on changing how I refer to it. In future, I think I’ll be less surprised when people don’t respond favourably to our family nickname for the home.

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