Just to be clear and to set the record straight, we weren’t looking for a house. We love our house. And our neighborhood. And our pool. And our trees. We’ve lived here since we were married and our two littlest have lived their whole lives here. I’ve made every single inch of this house my own. Neither of us are people who like the thought of moving. And besides, when you collect as much wonderful stuff junk as I do, the thought of packing it all up drives me (in a really fast car) to the brink of insanity.
So why did this house hunt us down and leave us no other choice but to buy it? All the forces in this sweet little southern town seem to be working together to make sure we move to this house. We were minding our own business when one of our wonderful friends—- some call her Martha, I call her Fate’s right hand man—–begged and pleaded and then forced us under duress to ‘just go look at it’. And when we got there, this is what we saw………
That’s so not fair. To take us there at sunset. It’s like we’d been taken hostage——by a lake house.
So, we’re moving. And we may take ‘homebody-ing’ to a whole new level in this house. Could you blame us?
And I’m a big bag full of mixed emotions. There are so many things to love about the new place: the lake, the sunset, a house full of windows, a dock and water toys, a fun kitchen re-do, having ‘school’ by the water, teaching the kids to ski and sail and fish, and did I mention that my husband grew up on the lake? so he’s kinda like a kid in candy store right now.
But there are also many things that make me sad: leaving this house, my friends and neighbors, my comfort zone, not to mention trying to purge and pack and sort through all our stuff. Then there’s the staging of this house to sell it (which I’m not thrilled about doing) after I’ve spent ten years making it our own personal cozy space. It may kill me to try to make it generic for selling it. Anyone wanna buy it as is? Turquoise cabinets and craft room and all? How generic do you think you have to make a house in order for it to appeal to the masses?
In short, I’m a little overwhelmed. I’ve starting the purging/packing process but it seems daunting. {We’re supposed to close in one month.} There are so many things that I don’t think will fit in the new house. Did I say it’s all windows? Which leaves little room for big furniture and wall decor? Steve reminds me that the lake is my decoration.
And I remind him that I love my stuff.
And he reminds me that big open floor plans were meant to accomodate the sparse look.
And I remind him that I’m anything but sparse.
Then he goes back to looking at boats.
And I go back to looking at kitchens.
OH do I ever need your help. You’re gonna have to hold my hand and remind me to breathe. I have so many wonderful memories here. I’m gonna take pictures of every nook and cranny—-as if I haven ‘t already. And then at the new house, I think we’re gonna go for a beach/cottage look so flood me with your ideas and inspiration. I’ve been scouring the latest issue of Coastal Living magazine, drooling over Erika’s kitchens. That may be all the inspiration I need but I’d love your input.
I’d also like to know from those of you who’ve moved recently, do you wish you had purged more or do you regret not holding on to some of your stuff? Should I have a yard sale in the next few weeks or wait until we move and then have a moving sale with what’s left? Maybe I’ll list stuff on Craig’s list or eBay? Maybe I don’t have time for any of those options.
See the chaos that ensues when a house takes you hostage?
The Times They Are a Changin’