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Living in a Model Home

This place is no longer our home.  It's not the place where our kids grew up.  It's not the place where we celebrated many, many of life's major events in our family's existence.  It just isn't.

Everything is gorgeous.  Everything is pristine.  Everything looks as if I'm waiting for HGTV to come in and say-"You too can have a home like this.", while taking a multitude of pictures and videotape to put on-line in their "how to get this look" section.

But what it isn't is a home.  My home.

It's hard to feel the same about this structure that I once never wanted to leave.  That I thought I'd be watching our grandkids coming to visit in and grow up around.  The kitchen I just wanted to enjoy and cook elaborate meals for everyone to savor.

The bathrooms I worked so long and hard to make my own and show my style and think "spa hour" for me, now have me thinking-"If I use the whirlpool, how hard will it be for me to not only get out one-handed, but scrub it clean before I leave for the next viewing?"

My precious hand-scraped new wood floors that had me living in a nearby Residence Inn for 3 weeks will soon belong to someone else.  Not for me to enjoy past the close of escrow.

The yard my kids ran around in and shot hoops around will be someone else's to take care of throughout the local water shortages.  Our family run day care and pre-school that was a major part of over 150 kids' lives-all part of a past that will be but a memory.  The slope that we dug a hole in and planted a pretend crypt for our cat Snowy's toys will be lost to us physically, in a matter of weeks.

Our shepherd Lucky and our lab mix Sunshine-will their spirits stay here-or will they find us in New River, Arizona?  Will we find it harder to remember all their wonderful traits if we can't look out into the yard they so lovingly protected?

Our children came here just as they turned 5 and 7.  I still think of their bedrooms as spots I love to be in. The chapter books I acted out and read to them until they were almost 11-most kids would have not wanted this to continue so long-but it was as fun for them as it was for me.

This is the home where my husband almost died, this is the home where we had the honor of getting to know and live with our "adopted" son and daughter (Alex and Samantha), and this is the home we were thrilled to come back to no matter where we went for vacations.

Today, as I sit in my office-what I feel is a wish for it to hopefully become someone else's.  My favorite pictures are packed and have been replaced with floral arrangements, big baskets and empty space.  I feel as if I'm intruding when I go to cook myself some dinner and I'm tired of sleeping in a room that has only my clothes in the closet.

I'm finally more than ready to let go.   This house is no longer mine and I really want to go home.

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      Tuliplady wrote Oct 12, 2012
    • What a beautifully written tribute to your former home Carine!

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      Carine Nadel wrote Oct 12, 2012
    • thank you Tulip!  Officially, we are in escrow.  yet, we‘re still hoping to get a back-up or two.  so I had someone in this morning and an open house tomorrow.  so the fun is both over and continuing.

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      Nita P wrote Oct 12, 2012
    • cherished memories, moments all caught in time, its like the mourning of a great loss.  my parents lived in their first home for 32 years, at short notice my dad decides to shift overseas and was quick to sell the house.  he did not want to wait long so he took a reasonable price though not the highest he could get.  the new owners turned up unexpectedly just to have another look over the house and caught my mum in tears while she was having a final look over her house and to think and ponder......yes house shifting can be tearful and exhilirating.estaticheart

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