At first, a tabula rasa of plans and creativity can often morph into less of an adventure and more of a burden. Obvious catalysts such as divorce, job relocation, and financial upheaval take their place as the usual suspects; yet, lesser known but equally powerful are the smaller complications that often chip away at the wall of fondness towards the walls of home.
A residence becomes many things over the course of ownership. It ebbs and flows between new project, old repairs, new replacements, and old cares.
Tides of change can wrinkle the face of a neighborhood that was once bursting with training wheels and jungle gyms. A home that echoed pitter patter of tiny toes now sees no ghosts or goblins roaming on Halloween.
That quiet community where retirees enjoyed front porch conversations and back porch naps, has welcomed a new elementary school just a short (but lively, giggly, and oh so energetic) wagon pull away.
Mother Nature can rearrange neighborhood amenities as if she were moving chess pieces in a solitary match.
Change is inevitable. There comes a point when the pride in ownership turns ever so slightly into product placement. An owner removes themselves from the home without packing one suitcase, without removing one frame.
My home has now become "this house."
He or she (or both) now wishes to sell this house, show this house, close the chapter that is "this house" and move towards the making of another "home".
I see it every single day.
The economy may dictate much of our emotions, plans, and perspectives; but our homes dictate just as much.
When you notice your are no longer describing "my home", find a good Realtor who will understand your need to sell "this house".
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