Love-Filled House for Sale to Good Family
If you follow this blog, then you are aware that the hubster and I are downsizing with the intent to sell our home and move to sunny Florida. I’ve always wanted to live near the beach, so you’d think I’d be jumping with excitement over all of this.
And I am excited. I know I’ll love walking along the shore at sunrise or sunset whenever it suits me. No more waiting for a vacation to add to my seashell collection or watch the pelicans dive for their dinner. The hub is preparing himself for a life filled with sandy toes, salty kisses, and fruity frozen rum drinks. 🙂
Oh, don’t worry. I’m not blinded by the Florida sun. It won’t be all fun and games. There will still be work to do and bills to pay. I know all of that. Life goes on even if one’s geography changes.
The thing is, even with the excitement of moving to my beach bliss, there is still the reality of what has to happen first. That would be the aforementioned downsizing. And, as of this very morning, the process of selling our home.
And that, buttercup, is the part that’s killing me.
I LOVE my house. I even love the things I don’t like about it. I’ve never taken an inch of it for granted, have always known we got lucky the minute we stepped into this place. We’ve got eighteen years of memories under this roof. This house is filled to the brim with love, and that’s no easy thing to close the door on. But we’re beginning a new chapter, and it must be so. My fondest desire is that our home be acquired by another family that loves it like we do and adds heaps more love to the echoes we leave behind.
The house went up on all the listing sites this morning. By this afternoon we already had four confirmed showings, the first of which left just a few minutes ago. It is no lie to say I’m traumatized by the event. To stand at my kitchen picture window staring out at the backyard I love while strangers wandered the rooms with a critical eye, well . . . it was tough, y’all. But I liked the folks that came through. A mom with her two kids, the oldest a girl perhaps in middle school, and a boy of elementary age with energy to spare. And my house—well, it smiled. This house was made for laughter and children’s shrieks and the pitter-patter of small feet on the hardwoods. If not this particular family, then another, I hope. This house deserves a loving family.
Good news about my mother’s piano. I’ve found a home for it at a local Methodist church where the worship leader is a gent with ooh-gobs of energy and a heart for teaching music to youth. He’s got big plans for Mama’s piano. She would more than approve.
So I’ve got the taste of bittersweet on my tongue today. But that’s okay. It will pass. Before you know it I’ll be wriggling my toes in the sand and thanking God for glorious sunsets at the beach. And my drink will have an umbrella in it.
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