Feeling the need to get some thoughts out of my head, so here I am after I-don’t-even-know-how-long. So much going on, so much to process. Who knew that selling a house could be such an emotional undertaking. This has been one crazy ride so far, and I know it’s just going to get crazier.
As far as selling a home goes, we’ve certainly been fortunate so far. Going on the market in the summer, receiving multiple offers, and accepting an offer just over our asking price just 12 days after we listed is almost unimaginable, especially in this market. The inspection has been done, and the buyers have come back with just two requests – both completely reasonable and not too costly. We couldn’t have dreamt it up much better. But with every step we take closer to turning over the keys to someone else, the tougher this gets.
The strange thing is, I am truly so excited about this next chapter in our lives. I know without question that we’ll be happy – sounds corny, but as long as we’re together, we’d be happy anywhere. I’m thrilled for Dennis in his new job, and I’m really looking forward to living in the Berkshires. We end up there so often on our weekend drives, and the thought of being surrounded by all that natural beauty all the time makes me very happy. And, let’s face it – moving to a house that’s 1,000 sq. ft. bigger than this house, with a fenced in acre with a beautiful pool – well, that doesn’t exactly suck, either! And yet, I find myself moved to tears when I allow myself to contemplate that soon another family will be living in this place I’ve come to love so much. Speaking of tears, here they come now…
Truth be told, it’s not unusual for me to become attached to things and places – that’s just how I’m wired. I’m a creature of habit, with no apologies. But this is more…it’s deeper. It’s like this place has become a part of me. I suppose it’s because it’s where our family life began. We got married shortly after moving here, and this is the place we brought our babies home to. They scooted and crawled in the grass, jumped in the leaves, traipsed through the snow and played lots of baseball in the back yard. I sit here in the living room picturing the Christmases we’ve had here, the various spots we’ve placed the tree, the stockings I knitted hung by the fireplace. I see the pencil marks we’ve made on the molding around the sunroom door, tracking Matthew’s growth. I think of my kids sitting on the counter helping me cook or bake, and I see them walking down the road with Dennis after dinner. I think of rocking them to sleep upstairs, looking out the window into the back yard. I think of them taking their first steps in these rooms. I think of the four of us, dancing like crazy to the music on the Weather Channel.
The memories are thick here, and the thought of walking away from where they happened makes my heart hurt. I know we’ll make new memories in our new house. Really, I do. And I know the day will come when 58 Glory feels like the place we’ve always been. But the path to get there is going to be a tough one for sure.