![f0028-04.jpg](https://article-imgs.scribdassets.com/72muz77kcj193z/images/fileIGN86O1P.jpg)
![f0028-03.jpg](https://article-imgs.scribdassets.com/72muz77kcj193z/images/fileRZFNZZ61.jpg)
![f0028-07.jpg](https://article-imgs.scribdassets.com/72muz77kcj193z/images/file6XBK33V6.jpg)
![f0028-01.jpg](https://article-imgs.scribdassets.com/72muz77kcj193z/images/fileFMK3TWZF.jpg)
![f0028-02.jpg](https://article-imgs.scribdassets.com/72muz77kcj193z/images/file3BZYA3OQ.jpg)
![f0028-06.jpg](https://article-imgs.scribdassets.com/72muz77kcj193z/images/fileRQWH8TYB.jpg)
Putting the key in lock of my new home, I had a blank canvas before me.
My mind was full of bright pink and vibrant shades – like my personality!
On 4 October 2020, my partner, Mitchell, 30, and I were moving into our dream home – a three-bed, 1800’s farmhouse in Connecticut.
With Covid-19 devastating New York, Mitchell and I had decided we needed to get out of the city.
And with my grandmother Catherine, 86, living in a nursing home in Connecticut, it truly was the perfect location for us.
And the farmhouse happened to be the first property we looked at.
The houselast long!