All I can say is "craziness ". Crazy still packing. There's nothing like working part time, being a full time mother and packing your life into boxes to boot!
Right now I'm wondering, how can I ditch attending the walk thru. For those of you unsure of what a "walk thru" is..its for the buyer of a house. The buyer can walk thru the house empty to make sure all is in check before closing day.
This is emotional. I don't want to see the buyer. However i'll have to see her at the closing table anyway, so I might as well break the ice. Poor lady, she's probably just excited about getting this house, unaware that I'm upset with her for what's about to happen. After all I put the house on the market with my husband. I'm fully to blame here. Yet, I'm trying to grasp reality that this soon will not be my little families "house". This will be someone else's.
They say ( whoever "they" are), that home is where the heart is, home is family. These quotes are true in many ways, however we made this house our home for so many years. And I feel that these walls are part of us, in many ways.
At 150 years old, this house needed to be redone . There was no floors, just plywood, that was falling apart. There was asbestos siding as walls and age old glass windows. In fact the first rain we had, Charles and I were laying in bed talking about our new place and the work that needs to be done, and as those words were coming out of our mouths, we heard "pitter patter" going on in the attack. I sat up so quickly, I said "what is that", hubby slowly got out of bed and said "i'll go check it out". He opened the attic door and slowly walked up the steps and then ran down ever so quickly , slammed the door and said "holy shit there's a family of raccoons up there". Two weeks later and new roof went up. ( and the Racoon's ran out of the house without being harmed). Now, the new roof was not as easy as you think, the roof men found the original tin roof under 6 layers of rotted roof that you can literally pick up and swish around in your hands. That's just some work we had to do to keep this house from falling apart.
Not only cosmetic is the reason why I love this place, pure great family reasons here. For example, clearly, I remember the first day we brought Nadine home from the Hospital. Charles was holding the baby carrier with his right arm, I got out of the car and walked behind him and Nadine and I said to him " I can't believe I just had a baby, can you believe I just did that and that she's here and we get to bring her home". As he unlocked the front door, everything happened the way I knew it would. Hannah ( my white Boxer Baby), was thrilled I was home, but couldn't stop sniffing the little person sleeping in the carrier and at the same time was half afraid of the tiny beat yet to be unleashed. Hubby placed the carrier on the dining room table, where I took off the seat belts. The cats, Chase and Philo ( Philo now deceased) hopped on the table to greet the person. They smelled her, jumped down and walked away. ( well Chase lingered a while and just purred). Anyway, after the animal excitement was over, hubby and I looked at Nadine and I said "now what do we do"..
Its today I am going to hand my feelings over to as "they" say, a higher power. Because I know she will take care of this house and make it her home. I'm guessing she wouldn't of bought the house if she didn't love it! After all, I loved it even at its saddest point , ten years ago.
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