When my ex-husband and I got divorced, I was thrilled that we could work out an agreement where I was able keep our home. It was my first - my dream home- that holds a thousand and one memories. My beautiful daughter was born here and I have literally put my heart and soul into this house.
It's not huge, an average 2100 square feet.
It's not fancy, there's not a room we don't use or a piece of furniture you can't sit on.
And almost every item in this home has special meaning.
Photos, art, pieces of furniture.
I can tell you where the sun rises and sets. What floor boards creak. Which rooms are the coolest and the hottest. I can tell you which bathtub is more comfortable and how to fix the ice when it gets stuck in the ice-maker.
Yes, I can tell you about every inch of this house.
I know that I'm not alone when I say that money is tight. I'm having trouble paying my bills. And it's taken me months to decide that I needed to sell. I've shed many tears and on certain days, feel like my heart is being torn into tiny pieces. Not everyone is as attached to their home like I am.....I know this. But from the moment I took my first steps inside almost eight years ago, it had that feeling...it felt...right.
I knew it would be my home.
I know there will be other homes. And I will pour the same kind of love into those homes that I did with this one. But for now, just let me mourn. Let me grieve.
This house, 708 Franklin Ave., well..when I leave, I will leave a piece of me with it.
Fabulous photos by Jody at Blue Shirt Photography
Listed on LBAR here.