Dear New Owner of my Home:
You probably just got to the attorneys office to sign the
final papers and buy my home. You are probably
nervous and excited about this new opportunity, this new place to make your
home. Please love it, take care of it,
and cherish the memories you make there.
Before I bought it, a single man lived there and left it when
he passed away. He had cats to keep him
company and a garden in the middle of the backyard to keep him busy (in the
spring you can still see the outline of the garden in the back yard). I was told he was something of a hoarder and
that by the time he passed away the poor house was in desperate need of repair
and TLC. A house flipper bought the house, replaced most of the drywall, all
the windows, roof and kitchen. The house
was healthy again but had no love. It wasn’t
a home again.
When I drove up to it the first time 2 years ago I knew it
was supposed to be mine and I saw the potential. When I bought it it looked like this:
I love that house. I
love that it is old and the basement smells like dirt and must. I love that I had to put inch-high blocks
under two legs of my hutch because the house isn’t exactly level. I love that when you put wine in the refrigerator
it rolls all the way over to the left side. I love that in the middle of the
night the screen door will blow open with the wind and then slam shut scaring
you to death if you don’t lock it. I
love that the light switch next to my bed did absolutely nothing.
That home has a piece of my heart. It is where I lived when
I got engaged and married. It is where I
hosted my first Easter dinner. I sent my
fiancé off to Chicago while living there.
I keep calling it my home, and to me it
always will be. But I know that you will paint the walls, hang drapes,
fill it with your own memories. And eventually... Make it yours.
Take care of it for me. Love
it. And welcome to your home.
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