We have sold our home of 23 years. For our son, Rivers, almost a lifetime. The house that we remodeled and doubled in size, completely changed the interior and much of the exterior as well. Full of wood and storage and lofts and skylights. Harry Potter even had his own room under the stairs.
And now it is sold.
She fell in love with it the first time she saw it. I knew someone would, it was that type of house. Not for everyone, but someone would love it. And she does.
People have asked us if we are sad to let it go. Really not. Letting it go is what is allowing us to live on Rhapsody and enter a new phase in our lives.
Sure, there is some sadness. There are a lot of memories associated with that house. It was a great place to come home to at the end of the day. It was a great place to host friends and family. The outdoors around us was stunning. Mature trees, privacy and quiet neighborhood. Just a short distance away were the sand dunes and the ocean and paths through the woods. We loved sharing it all with people.
I did have some concerns about letting it go, mostly wondering how Rivers would feel about it. It was his childhood home, the place he could come home to if it was ever a necessity, such as transition times in his life. So I asked him. "How do you feel about us selling the house?" Without hesitation he replied "go for it".
I love that guy.
So, on to the next phase. New memories to be made and a new place to come home to. The outdoors is stunning, and we look forward to sharing it with people.