My house is officially on the market. It is bittersweet to me. We have lived in this home for fourteen years, and I adore my neighbors. I know them so very well. I know every nook and cranny of the once farmland that is now our little subdivision: the tadpoles in the creek by my neighbor’s house (and how she so kindly lets us tramp through her yard to get to the creek!), the long Deep South days at the pool, the way we can see the Fourth of July fireworks from the pool, the hill we can sled on in the winter in the few years we actually do receive snow. A true sense of place, which seems to be rare in this day and age.
In the process of getting our home ready to sell, we had seen a lot of model homes. And as many of you know, model homes don’t have real people living in them. There is no clutter. We set out to take our home (the one that we thought we had done a good job keeping fairly clutter-free) and to make it more like a model home….you know, so “someone could envision themselves living here.”
Our home is pretty bare now. It looks like a model home. The children’s rooms have about five books in them; we have a few board games and some crayons and pencils. It is like one of those minimalist blogs.
I don’t know as I want our things out of storage. So much of it is books anyway. All I know is right now it only takes a half hour or so to clean up the whole house with so few things in it.
The foundation on our new home is being poured today; may the foundation be strong and bless us and keep us. And may we bring less things into it so we have more joy.
Love to you all,