Three years ago we said goodbye to our first home together.
It had been my husband's for about 10 years.
We had it cleaned and ready for the young couple
who bought it because it didn't need any work.
They had a govt. loan
for a mortgage only;
thus they didn't have any extra to do major repairs.
There was a house up the street
that was bigger than ours,
but it needed a lot of work.
This is looking forward from the dining area.
This was how it looked pared down for showing.
Looking at the empty dining area.
Mike made the wall between kitchen and dining area a full wall
and totally rearranged and remodeled the kitchen.
His dad helped him.
Looking down the bedroom hallway
stripped of everything that 'spoke' of us.
This was the smallest bedroom.
It had been my 'den'.
Somewhere else we had a bedroom where we could move
around the room without scooching sideways.
It's odd, but I actually like our smaller bedroom here better.
I disliked the furniture of his in that room.
His furniture is too massive for our present bedroom.
We are using my parents' bedroom furniture.
I guess tiny can be cozy--it's all in perspective, huh?!
The spare bedroom stripped down for showing.
The dresser is now in our living room.
We have no spare bedroom or computer room in this house
like we did somewhere else.
Mike built all the wood shelves and trim in the family room
downstairs.
But we didn't use it as a family room.
He had his exercise equipment
and computer stuff in this room.
I don't miss that room.
This was the storage room
he added on.
It was another huge selling point.
Another view of the kitchen.
Mike saying goodbye to his work room/garage.
We did not get any cars in here.
I like having my car in the small separate garage we have now.
He has his work room in his dad's barn on other land we own.
We had supper with our close friends and neighbors
before we headed up here.
These people were his family for 15 years.
Now they sit around a campfire in one of their backyards
sipping on beer and laughing together with the couple who own our old house.
Somewhere else we had a totally different life
than we have here.
It was good.
So is this life.
Of course those folks are still our friends
and we keep in touch with them.
We just live somewhere else.
(It's comforting that in taking this walk down memory lane,
I have found that when comparing this present house with the one featured in this post,
I really like the one I am sitting in right now a lot more than I let on. )
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