If I am being totally, honestly, honest, I have always felt like I was about two steps behind everyone else when it comes to learning certain things...ok, sometimes even more than that. That is ok, it's part of who I am and sometimes it makes things more "interesting".
So, at 30 years old, I am learning a lot about memories...these days anyway.
Yesterday was a good day.
I went to my grandparents house of 23 years to take photos and officially put the beloved house on the market.
With Piper in tow, we walked around the house snapping photos. It looks different now. Staged, cold, emptier than normal. Walking through each quiet room, I tried hard not to think too hard about all of the memories, I was afraid I would be sad.
Try as I may, it was like a scene from a movie and I could literally picture myself at 5 sitting on the kitchen floor with a big bowl of dough and my brother fighting over who's turn it was to crush 2 cups of peanuts for the pecan puffs. There we were, our whole big happy fam damily sitting at the dining room table playing cards, eating a Christmas dinner two times the size of our plates, I could see me laying on the couch in middle school, sick at grandmas while mom was at work and I got to watch Days of our lives! (score!), and I remember picking out some of grandads old T-shirts to wear when my brother and I slept over. And that, is just the very very few that come to mind first...there are hundreds of memories there. Piper was talking to me as we finished and I looked at her thinking "MY child is in this same house where all of these memories took place, my kids have a relationship with MY grandparents that is beyond special...how COOL is that?".
So, I took a minute. I grinned and I left. No tears were shed! VICTORY!
My phone rang and a buyer named Angela had seen the "coming soon" sign and wanted more info. We talked for a long time about the house and neighborhood and I showed her the house at 2:30. She loved it. She brought over her husband, he loved it. As we went through the house, I shared a few vivid memories I had...my under-stair playhouse and the utility room which, for a long time I thought was were grandma kept the Chickens ;)
We accepted an offer at our asking price, cash, the day before we even listed it for sale in the MLS!
THAT feels good!
But, you know what feels better? The love and passion this buyer has for my grandma and grandads house and neighborhood. They have been wanting to move in the area for two years..nothing ever really goes up for sale there and when this one did, she had to have it! And, they truly appreciated the memories we have there.
One of my favorite moments in life is when I get to witness good things happening to GREAT people and yesterday, I witnessed it two fold.
My theme of the day yesterday quickly became "bricks and mortar make the house, the family makes the memories". I have it on repeat in my head.
I am ok with the house selling, I am THRILLED for my grandparents and this buyer who wants it SO badly and I will admit, seeing someone's love for the home helps make it easier.
So, as we go through the next 24 days, the final move of the last few items, the inspection and the paperwork and organizing all of the details. I am going to take time to stop and watch those memories. Give them the acknowledgement they deserve, but all the while remember the house is just bricks and mortar...my family made those memories and we will make many, many more and those memories will live in my heart forever.
So, Braun St. - thank you for the memories! And, as a 30 year old student in this little game called life, I am SO glad that memories never end, never disappear and can't be taken away.
Onward. Blessed.
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