Diary of a Home

Real Estate Agent


People often give their things names in order to personify them. It is not unusual for someone you know to go around and call their car Bessy. Some also talk to it while they clean it, expecting it to talk in some cases. Usually, this is fine, but then, if your car talks back, well maybe it’s time to steer clear of that car wax. ;)


I’m surprised that I haven’t heard of people calling their houses by a person's name (maybe I just haven’t looked hard enough?). I mean, after all, next to the car, your house is the place that people spend most of their time in.  When people sell their houses, do you think your house knows?     


Dear Diary,


Today, John (that’s you) cleaned me from top to bottom. I found that absolutely weird since he usually doesn’t like cleaning as evidenced by the pile of dirty dishes that until this morning was as tall as Mount Everest.  Now, they are washed and dried and kept in their proper place inside the cabinet on top of the sink.


The faucet in the bathroom has been leaking in the bathroom since I don’t remember when, and the water that leaked out of that faucet is probably enough to save a small country from drought. However, today John fixed it! I didn’t know that he even had the skills to do such a thing. Not sure what to make of this behavior but as of now, I am beginning to be suspicious at this sudden turn around.


To add to all this weirdness, he mowed the lawn, bought some plants and lined up my curb with them. Although they smelled very cheap, I must admit, it looked pretty good. He also applied a fresh coat of paint to my door. I swear I looked better than when I was first built. Mowed lawn, new garden. Oh my! I can certainly get used to this!


But, as much as all of these things are great dear diary, something weird happened. John went and hid all the pictures that he has of his family. He even hid that picture of him as a cute little baby with his tushy hanging out! Then, a realization hit me. Am I being sold?


Gasp! Now that I think about this, this is exactly what happened to Big Bertha after a realtor paid her a visit. She's over at 7th and Thomas Street, just one block from where I am! I hear this might be happening to Susie Soo over on 8th and Jackson Street, too! What's going to happen to me?

Strange to think about the diary entries a house might write during our times in it. While it is harmless to indulge in this kind of behavior, the moment that your house (or car) starts talking back is probably the time when you need to make a beeline to the nearest shrink (or exorcist).



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Sheila Anderson
Referral Group Incorporated - East Brunswick, NJ
The Real Estate Whisperer Who Listens 732-715-1133

Good morning Harry and welcome to the Rain. I am amused by this and you are very creative.

May 16, 2015 12:04 AM #1
Silvia Dukes PA, Broker Associate, CRS, CIPS, SRES
Tropic Shores Realty - Ich spreche Deutsch! - Spring Hill, FL
Florida Waterfront and Country Club Living

Hi Harry, that's a good story.  I think we can all be glad that houses don't keep diaries of what's going on within their walls.  :-)

May 17, 2015 12:00 PM #2
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