Our house is on the market. For sale or lease. Whichever comes first.
I’m sure our neighbors just love us. You see we only moved into the house a year ago. And it was a dump and we’ve turned it into our dream house and reduced the dozen cars and other issues the neighbors hated, that came with the people who were renting it. And now we’re selling it.
This house has fulfilled a lot of dreams for me. I love to entertain and to decorate. The process of taking a place with urine-stained carpet…and the smell that accompanies it…into a welcoming and beautiful home, gets my creative juices flowing.
In our previous place, when we had friends over for dinner, once everyone was seated at the table, it was no longer possible to move around the room. At all. There was no room. The table extended through the hall and up to the adjoining wall. Had there been room to move a chair back enough to stand up, there was no point, there was no-where to go. In fact, and this was really embarrassing, the door to the toilet was directly next to the head of the table. People didn’t want to leave the table for ANY reason… you get my drift here, right?
You may wonder why I still kept inviting people over. But I love to entertain. Truly. Deeply.
I’ve got to stop thinking about that, as I’m feeling all caged up again, and shoe-horned and uncomfortable.
Our current place makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And proud of it and what I’ve done with it. And at peace. Especially when there’s people over…or a party on the horizon J We’ve had fifteen sets of overnight guests in the year we’ve been here, and are eagerly awaiting 4 more groups before we leave. Woohoo. Can’t wait.
Although I’m so very happy here, I’m ready to sell. At least I keep telling myself that it’s just a house. There will be other places to decorate and welcome friends into, right?
I want to focus on my children and the relationships we build, and the kind of people they become. And I believe (Hope. PRAY) that our dream of traveling with the kids, and all they will be introduced to, and our time together, will shape who they are and make them better people.
There are lots of inspiring, wonderful people out there who haven’t taken a year like this. Whose dreams are different. But it looks as though, because I am who I am, and because of how I grew up, that once again, we’re going to choose the hard way. Beautiful too. But hard. Staying, for our family, would be easy.
But here’s what scares me. Ok, here’s one of the MANY things about this year that scare me…
I grew up living in 200 square feet, but without a home (I grew up on a traveling hospital ship – more about that in another post). And I know what it’s like to not really belong ANYWHERE.
And my little kiddo’s are begging us NOT TO SELL THE HOUSE.
And maybe I’m projecting, but am I going to scar them? Will they feel lost and untethered? Will they feel abandoned, or worse… rejected…by their friends who may fill up, with other friends and activities, the gap my kids leave?
I just opened an email with an offer on the house. Today. Now.
So, tonight, Dreamboat and I will be discussing the pro’s and con’s of selling the dream house.
And potentially scarring our kids.
Your thoughts and prayers are appreciated…