We have sold our house and moved out. I am feeling a little like Ruth Wilcox in Howards End,
when she bequeaths her little summer cottage to an almost stranger rather than her own children:
To them Howards End was a house: they could not know that to her it had been a spirit, for which she sought a spiritual heir...A wych-elm tree, a vine, a wisp of hay with dew on it--can passion for such things be transmitted...?
It was difficult to finally arrive at the decision to sell it. After going round and round about our goals and struggles, we determined that these things are more valuable than this particular home:
- the ability to adopt baby #2 next year- To do so would require more usable space, like another bedroom in a smaller home overall, rather than 3500 sq. ft. of unfinished, but potentially beautiful real-estate.
- less debt into boring things like $35,000. worth of water system
Despite the woe, we feel so GRATEFUL to have been able to sell it in such a timely manner, for our asking price, and to a family with a vision for its completion and an appreciation for the details we've invested.
This is what I will miss the most. I loved opening my eyes in the morning and seeing our pretty trees through our Gothic window.
This is what would have been my future kitchen window. We built our (snow covered)water feature around it with the intention of more pleasant dishwashing experiences.
Our nostalgic "Paul Revere" lantern:
This sweet quail is just one of the many residents whom we will miss.
These dormers would have been in Mia's future bedroom. I have often imagined seeing her through those windows at various life stages.
We worked so hard to get the perfect shutters. Apparently very few homeowners are concerned with authenticity. We eventually had them custom made for the windows and spent many hours each year taking them down to re-coat with paint and then return them to functioning order! At least we were ready for all types of inclement weather with such protective measures.