Why would I sell this perfect homestead? That question rolled around in my mind for months as I tried to decide what to do. The truth was, events were such that it was necessary and beneficial for me to move on. And yet . . .
I Had to Sell my House – #530
I had to sell my house. I loved that house. It’s on the river with views of the mountains and a wonderful community where people care about each other, and help each other. I lived there for more than a decade and had set down roots. But things changed, and it was time to live elsewhere. I moved everything out and looked at the bare walls. They looked good, and had fared well.
One year I had decided to turn the restroom into a stunning oasis. I’d built in lighted glass shelves to spotlight treasures that I could change every month or so. Wallpaper set the theme, enhanced by crown molding and pewter side lamps. I had a beautiful antique mirror. The floor was laid with marble tiles and a furniture quality vanity was installed with granite top. It all blended beautifully. I so enjoyed the feeling of the small lovely space. Sliding doors to the deck were replaced with romantic French doors. Shelves were added for displaying my teapot collection.
I could see myself in every nook and cranny of the house. I had made it my own.
And now, it was passing to new hands. How would it be treated? Would the next family know joy and happiness here? Would they replace my version of beauty with things of their own?
Of course, they will. And I am so happy for them.
Left behind brick and mortar, but not the memories. Photos, comments and late-night reminiscing all bring back visions of that lovely home and all the happy moments enjoyed there. They are mine forever.