Our house is still for sale. There must be a name for this point in the process. When your house has been on the market for over six months, and you’ve passed anticipation and excitement and exhaustion and have entered into just flat-out-done.
I consider myself a glass half full girl. And trust me, I know it could be worse. I am always looking for the silver-lining. I try not to take things personal. But when you have put every ounce of your heart and soul and sweat into your home, when you have loved her so much you started a blog to honor her – only to have prospective buyers pass judgment, and say they “just wish she had a first floor master…”
….well….It can wear an Optimist down.
I remain ever hopeful. Confident that the perfect family for our perfectly-imperfect home is still out there. Or maybe they have already been here…and will come back. It saddens me that the trend is so much toward new, new, new, newer and NEWEST. Not to wax philosophical, but I think that it is a reflection on our entire culture of perfection.
But in my opinion, my old country house IS perfect. Just the way she is. Because she is real.
I have always felt that I have joined my old country house on HER journey – rather than she on mine, for she will be here LONG after I am gone. Just as she was here long before I got here.
I love My Old Country House