Home Sweet Home Not For Sale
I just love the days when my kids come over my house with the grandchildren and the house becomes alive. When I am home alone my morning companions are birds that chirp outside my office window, making the only living voice to be heard unless Sinbad is barking at the mailman.
When I hear little feet that putter from room to room, I smile with anticipation knowing that any minute they will burst through my office door with arms spread wide for a big ol hug. Which blond hair blue eyed granddaughter Bailey, Gabby, and Jules Ann, or my blonde hair brown eyes grandson Noah? One thing is sure my quiet morning with the birds is no more.
I love my family room. Sponge Bob Square Pants takes over the TV, and toys that were neatly packed away are drug out again for an official play time at grammas.
I love my sunny back yard, with a play area for the grandchildren and a huge pool that held lots of giggles and splashes for many summers.
I love the kitchen where the cookie jar is visited frequently.
I love the bath tub that had heaps of bubbles in the tub during a sleep over.
I love the country candles that I burn filling the house with the aroma of apples and pumpkins this time of year.
Oh and there is my husband's recliner, with his football remote holder hanging lazily over the arm.
These are the times that my home becomes one big mental scrap book. The priceless times spent with family and friends. Sellers do I understand your emotional attachment to your home? You bet I do! Still the reality is,
You can't sell Home Sweet Home on a market that doesn't wear your memories...
By Diane Velikis The Luzerne County House Hunter
www.luzernecountyhousehunter.com
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