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Is This Heaven?




Is this Heaven?

No, it’s Wilde Lake.

Watch the video and you’ll understand. The musical scores sets the mood. 


10323 Wilde Lake Terrace, Columbia
Coldwell Banker Realty, Jay Hierholzer, Agent 
 

This is the Tidesfall community of Wilde Lake and these homes are waterfront homes. I never would have known about them were it not for a casual comment from a friend years ago. We were having a rather dreamy conversation full of hypotheticals, such as: if you could live anywhere in Columbia - - if money were no object - - where would you live?

Right away she mentioned these homes on Wilde Lake Terrace. I had never seen or even heard of them. It wasn’t that long afterwards that I had the opportunity to see one in the Columbia Home Tour. I understood immediately what the appeal was. I don’t think there’s anything else like these houses anywhere in Columbia, or even in Howard County, for that matter. 

McMansions can’t compete if this is what you are craving.

The architect is Hugh Newell Jacobsen and the homes were built in somewhere in the 1969 - 1971 range. This particular home has been updated to be the home of millionaires and, despite the uncertain economy, I think it may find a buyer instantaneously. People watch and wait for these homes. We’ll see what comes
next.

What I thought about most when I viewed this video was what these homes represented when they were first built. They must have evoked a wonderful feeling of the beginning of things. A new experience in community living was taking flight. New ideas were being tried out rather than just being discussed or discarded. The air was full of possibilities.

I’m not saying that I’d want to go back in time but I wouldn’t mind breathing that air for a moment to experience that exhilaration. 

How about you?


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