Did you notice that I didn’t get a chance to comment on everyone’s post last week? If I didn’t comment on yours, I’m sure you noticed. I am still making my way around because I appreciate the fact that you come here and you share. From my perspective, there’s nothing worse than writing and never knowing if anybody ever read it. I want you to know that I read it just like I hope you read my writing.
As you may have noticed if you’ve reading any other posts lately, I’ve been busy preparing to sell my house and launching my professional site and blog. I’ve also been dealing with a 4 year old that I believe is truly trying to make me insane. And I’m not very organized. But I’m working on it so I hope you link up again this week.
I love my house. Or rather I loved my house. I mean, I still do. When my husband and I picked this house out, it was quite unexpected. We were driving around looking at new home communities. We stumbled acorss this one. Didn’t even know it was here, nestled back among the trees and the river.
It wasn’t the area we necessarily wanted but with all things considered, the price was right, the lot was right, the timing was right. They had just opened up the thrid and final phase of the community – prime lots. We were able to pick a 1/3 acre lot that backed up to a permanent green space (i.e., trees). And just beyond the trees was the Neuse River.
In our slash and burn lot, we planted 19 trees and over 8 years have come to grow a forest of our own. I’ve painted every room in the house – some of them twice. I’ve decorated and redecorated and really developed my sense of style. We also added, took away, built so many things to make this home ours.
I still remember, before the house was ours, driving around the bend to see construction almost finished. The front porch lights were on and gave the house a sort of glow. I proclaimed it look like a Martha Stewart house (coincidentally years before there actually was something called a Martha Stewart house).
Now, we lived in and loved this house for 8 years. We’ve taken care of it and neglected it all at the same time. It’s bittersweet. To realize how much work we have to do to get it ready to sell and to see the fruits of our labor as our house is restored to its glory.
Maybe it’s good that I’m killing myself with painting and cleaning and getting it ready to sell. This way I’ll be so glad to start over in a new house and hopefully fall in love all over again.