These two words were part of the first feedback comments we got from a realtor who had shown our house to his or her clients. The realtor was referring to our cats, but until I looked back at the email before writing this post, in my head the recollection was “the house [itself] was horrible.”
It takes a thick skin to read realtors’ comments. I wish this particular one had phrased things differently. There was a way to present the concerns without being so cutting about it.
I suppose from a transaction standpoint it really doesn’t matter to me who settles down in this house next. However, in my mind’s eye I see a family that goes through as many stages as we did. Elementary school. Middle school. High school and graduations. Seeing an elderly relative through two bouts of cancer, countless incidents of letting the cats out, and ultimately their last days before passing away at Hospice House.
*end of five minutes*
Maybe things have worked out this way for a reason. I have long stretches of hours in our home to myself — working from home, working with Wayne on getting it ready to sell, trying to reduce the cat smell. Maybe the house and I are saying goodbye to each other.
I love this house. I love this neighborhood.
I know, blunt realtor aside, it will bring joy to whoever settles here next.
I hardly foresee “horrible” for the next occupant.
Welcome to this week’s Five Minute Friday. Our instructions, via creator Kate Motaung: “Write for five minutes on the word of the week. This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.” (But I can’t resist spell checking, as you can imagine.)
I am also linking up to Kat Bouska’s site (www.mamakatslosinit.com), under the prompt “Share an instagram image from this month and explain what it means to you.”
*written on my iPhone … all thumbs!
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.