theaestheticcurator:

Church in Southeast England becomes a self-built dream home.

Churches are my favourite places ever. I have never been religious in the traditional sense, but I have always been inexplicably drawn to churches. Every vacation we go on with my father, he insists on renting a car and driving around aimlessly through the country, a love we both share. While driving through England I think I likely bored my sister to death by excitedly announcing, “CHURCH! CHURCH! CEMETERY! STOP!!” and demanding we get out to look at the graves and see if the church was open so I could peer nervously inside. 

I remember being around 10 and begging my mom to take us to church on Christmas eve… for some reason there was something that felt special about attending at night time (I would probably attend church regularly if they would do evening services). I don’t remember a word they said, I just remember sitting inside, warm in my Christmas outfit, starting up at the high beam ceilings and feeling very overwhelmed. This Christmas my mom bought me a miniature wooden church to add to my Christmas decorations. It’s about 1 foot tall and you can put a little light inside to illuminate the windows.

There was a little old church a few blocks from the house I lived in during high school that had been converted first into a preschool and later into a house, and I adored it. It wasn’t well maintained and looked rather sloppily done, and I felt very sure that I could have done much better. This little church-home is beautiful. I love re-purposed buildings.

(via coreena)