Recently I went with my sister over to our old town to see a piece of property that had just come on the market. It seems that she had fallen "in love" with the house 30 years ago and like any unrequited lover had pined for it from afar, tucking her longing for it away until one day she literally ran across it for sale. Hence our freezing early morning two hour drive that only a sister's love would make me get out of bed for. As we rounded the corner, there it was, stark in its early colonial beauty, field stone circa 1760 complete with the oldest mill in the state on the property and heirloom fruit trees in the distance. I looked at my normally calm sister and her rapture was complete, even before we had crossed the threshold.
The inside was even more charming; woodstove in the kitchen, loft above with its own tiny fireplace. The greatroom boasted the original windows and the late January sun relected through them in wavy imperfection. The quirky crooked stairs, tiny baths and odd stone walls made the house speak to my sister and by the time we had gingerly made our way down from the attic, she had in her heart, bought the house. Now, if only the bank will cooperate. It is a treasure and the history of the house and the land is palatable. I know that she will be more than happy there, blissful more like it, for the house has adopted her, as houses sometimes do, old wise one's anyway. They are a good match. She will add her family's history (our family's history) to the long history of the property. It will be a rich addition. How does any of this have to really do with a real estate site? Remember, sometimes the house sells itself, you just have sit back and be quiet.