I made mention of us living at my parents' house while potential buyers stroll through my home, in hopes of making it theirs, and several of you perked your ears and cocked your head in my direction:
What? Moving? Did you mention this? How did we miss this??
You all are so great, following my family, as if I may move and you won't know where to find me. Nobody will ever convince me that there's anything less about a 'virtual' community. 🙂
My home is staged, on the market, and on parade this weekend with over a dozen visitors - even some strolling through as I type to you. Feel free to join them on a virtual tour.
I splurged with two dozen roses in a vase on the kitchen island. A suggestion to say, "Such charm happens in this home. Go ahead and envision yourself living here."
I'm staying in town, hoping to purchase nearby, but I haven't bought a new house yet. One thing at a time seems wise for this girl. Once I have a buyer, then I'll become one.
There was a time when I thought I'd never want to leave. But the heart heals, the children grow, and roots need fresh soil.
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Dear New Family, in Search for a New Home,
Oh, how I love this home. I hope you will too.
I hope you will fall in love with the kitchen, her spacious cupboards, counter space, and her yellow sunshine. That you will feast on love and abundance in this room.
That you will enjoy the hardwood floors, a gift from a blog reader who wanted to bless our family. The floors make a great space for Legos and Hot Wheels.
That you won't mind that it backs to a county road with a fair amount of traffic. It's actually not that big of a deal; I know you think it is; we thought it would be too. It's just... not. The fence is tall and the traffic noise is minimal. Plus, if your toddler locks you into the upstairs bedroom for hours on end, you'll be thankful for driveby traffic who will call 9-1-1 on your behalf. But this is unlikely, since we changed those doorknobs years ago.
That you will stroll the neighborhood after dinner with your love, perhaps with a stroller, wagon, or even your chocolate labrador. Grandview Trail is two blocks away, and I assure you: the view is grand, especially as the sun sets over the mountains.
That you will have summer picnics on the deck (made of composite material so it is maintenance free); a team from our church community built that deck as a gift to me, knowing it was the one unfinished task on Robb's to-do list.
That you may bring your newborn babies home from the hospital, that they may sleep in peace in the nursery, learn to crawl up the carpeted stairs, and find cozy corners to read board books.
That your children and their friends will welcome you home in the driveway, that rain will wash their sidewalk murals clean for a brand new canvas. That you will know the good people who live on each side, who will rush to you in an emergency.
That maybe you like to write or read. A book was born here, you know.
That you will see this home is made for happiness, for hospitality, for loving people well.
That you will find sanctuary here, for I have prayed over every room. Many people have. Worship and grace and love and laughter have echoed in this home.
It's a beautiful home, and I would love to stay. But it's your turn.
Love her well. She's been good to us.