I Take My Whining Seriously
Whilst in the throes of my recent hating-my-house-moments, I had nothing better to do than sit with my iPad and look for trouble. There’s this handy little Trulia App that shows real estate for sale.
Well looky what I found:
Just a few miles from my house…waiting to be bought and built on. 30 acres. *sigh* Isn’t it beeee-yooo-teee-ful?!
But if you look closely at the photo, you’ll see what isn’t included with the property.
Little Neighbors 1, 2, and 3 that are as close to our children as cousins. Dear Neighbors who we have laughed with us, cried with us, supported us, and been supported by us. The many borrowed eggs, and sugar, and parmesan cheese that have passed between all our neighbors’ homes. Our Dear Sue across the street who has been a second mother to our daughters, and will always be family to us. Mr. Ding-A-Ling who drives by with ice cream every evening in summer. The deck Zan built for me. The former owners of our home who have shared their family histories with us. The sense of spirit and light our home possesses. None of that comes with that beautiful property in the photo. So here we will stay, grounded in the community we’ve helped build.
But look out neighbors…as Sue says, “It all starts with a throw pillow,” and I have some broken blinds in my windows. Better get a construction crew in to take care of them. 😉