It's been about a month now since our home has been on the market. Yes, we have had lookers and Open Houses. But, the perfect buyer has yet to step forward and recognize our house as a home.
We know it is not a mansion. We know it has a small kitchen. We know that only one car can fit in the garage.
We know the wooden floors have a creak here and there (hey-so do we!!). But what they don't know is that this is a perfect home to come home to at the end of a long day. It shelters us from winds and storms, heat and cold. There's been lots of love and good times in this home. We have raised our two kids here and I think they are ones who make the world a better place. We have a pretty garden with blooming perennials, and wonderful, big shade trees. The neighbors are fantastic. There's a Dairy Queen close by, as well as the wonderful children's book store Crocodile Pie. Kids can walk (walk!) to the elementary school nearby as well as the middle school. The high school is just a little over a mile away. There's a great library in town. Band concerts are held summer Thurday nights in the rose garden in front of the library. For beer connoisseurs, there's even a micro brewery and restaurant here! It's a lovely community that we have loved living in for twenty six years now...24 in this very house.
What's hard for me is to have people look at our home and not seem to see what we see, or feel what we feel. After a "visit" I feel I am being graded somehow on the abilities of my decorating, and the grades are not passing. For this, I think I need to develop a thicker skin and keep the faith that somone is out there who will love this place as much as we have.
Enough of this, though. Just please, think positive thoughts for us for someone who "gets it." And buys it.