I hope I'm not
boring you all with
house posts:/ What can I say...
The Pioneer Woman walks out her door and
sees cows, I walk out
my door and
see buildings,
buildings, and more
buildings...
I moved to the city as a
broke design student. Those were some of the most exciting, ridiculous, wonderful memories. In school, I was friends with a
kooky girl with the same fashion design dreams as my own...
Wendy.
She rented a room, in a house that had been
broken up into separate units...

This amazing house, had about
20 rooms that had been
converted to rentals.

See the
top windows in the
circle tower? That was
Wendy's room. She had this HUGE leather couch crammed into the circle...It was the
tiniest room, but it had the most
amazing view of the lake, and the city...
Seriously, look at how close the city is from the house...(
this is prime Gold Coast) I always wondered
how such a spectacular house, in such an
A-list location, falls into such
disrepair that it becomes
rentals for students?
I would walk in the front door, and it opened into the
most amazing wooded cascading staircase (
think Gone With the Wind). At the same time, it was incredibly
spooky. I hated to visit Wendy at night, because the common areas (
entry hall, stairway, hallways) never had electricity. This house was
dark,
brooding, and
ominous at night. Street kids would climb up on the roof in back, to
drink beer and
party into the wee hours. It was
scary,
strange and
beautiful all wrapped into one...

Somewhere in the
90's real estate boom, the richest fat cat bought the house. It boggles my mind that
one family now lives in this enormous house! (
Truth be told, I think I know who the owner is...and their kiddos are out of college...so it's just TWO people living there!) This is easily
12,000 square feet:o
I run past the house
every other day, and my mind always takes me back to my
kooky design friend, and all the nights I ran up the dark wooded staircase to
Wendy's tiny room with the view. I so wish I had taken pictures of the interior of the house (
Lord knows, I'll never get the chance now) In many ways, I'm
happy for the house that has now been rehabbed to within an inch of it's existence...and yet in some ways, I
miss the kooky place that housed all the
artsy fartsy types with no business living in
The Gold Coast...