Our current house is 122 years old. It’s an old house full of character, history and shenanigans. That is the nature of old houses. They are as ornery as they are beautiful.
Right around the time that we listed our house, we noticed a crack in the ceiling. Long story short, we ended up doing even more work (well hiring out) after our initial listing. Understandably though this slowed things down and made the process more difficult. As can be expected, this was a complication with showings. Not everyone who came to look was really on board with an older house and all of the shenanigans that follow. So, we continued to have showings but getting “not interested” feedback isn’t super fun.
How can they not see the love that is packed into this old house?
The truth is that eventually someone always sees the beauty. Eventually, someone did. The exact perfect someone who saw that love and loved the house back. They are comfortable with the “character” that is old houses and loved the updates we had already invested. As we are perched on the eve of transferring this old house to it’s new loving family, I am nostalgically penning a going away letter. So…
To the new family moving into this old house,
I hope you always feel the love in these walls. These walls have housed those who needed a temporary home, kept safe children missing their family, provided overnight accomodations for teens participating in competitions and kept us safe and sheltered through job losses. It was these walls that first heard the words “infertile” and “pregnant” and “sterile”. These walls have seen the joys of starting solid food, the curiosity of coloring and the challenges of potty training (don’t worry they’ve been cleaned and painted). The garage has housed the bike used to carry me to college classes when we only had one car and the wagon we use to tour the historic district just one street over. It was this mailbox that received official proof of college degrees and professional certificates.
As I look around at the house now, I think back to when it had aged carpet and laundry in the kitchen instead of enough counter space. I think back to learning how to fix catastrophes that come with home ownership. The space now is functional and beautiful so much more than when we first set foot inside That’s the love.
We have put love into this home throughout the last 11 years and we hope that it can be felt. It is an old house and so the work is never done, it still has lots of opportunities to be loved and we know you will love it like we did. For now, I hope when you take in your new home, the love we left for you washes over you, just like we know the love left for us in our new house will wash over us.
This house may be old, but it is good and it is full.