so THAT'S where the washer was hiding...
all my life i've had recurring dreams about being in a house (usually one of about three rotating fictional houses), and suddenly discovering a secret passage, or stairwell, or room. this kind of dream probably isn't that uncommon, and even less so for me given my fascination with architecture.
it's not the kind of thing i would ever expect to happen in real life, though- specifically because of my interest in the topic, i tend to explore every new place top to bottom, and uncover it's mysteries from the get-go.
i remember, one of my first days in montreal, spending almost an hour prying a painted-over panel off the wall to reveal an ancient ironing board within.
it's for these reasons, then, that i was so shocked to have pointed out to me, after over two weeks of living in my new house, a significantly sized hallway and two small rooms i hadn't been aware existed.
crazy.
it's not the kind of thing i would ever expect to happen in real life, though- specifically because of my interest in the topic, i tend to explore every new place top to bottom, and uncover it's mysteries from the get-go.
i remember, one of my first days in montreal, spending almost an hour prying a painted-over panel off the wall to reveal an ancient ironing board within.
it's for these reasons, then, that i was so shocked to have pointed out to me, after over two weeks of living in my new house, a significantly sized hallway and two small rooms i hadn't been aware existed.
crazy.