|My new door.|
But today, it feels real.
Because this evening, I met the lady who is selling the house. Now, this usually doesn't happen. Buyers and sellers rarely meet. I mean what is the point in meeting?
Well, this situation is a bit different. The seller has already moved out. She came back into town to do a few things to the house and she felt it would be best if she showed me a few things re: the heating system.
As soon as I walk in...you can tell this is a weird thing for her. She is selling her home...The home that she poured her heart and soul into. The home that she renovated from top to bottom. The home that she stripped, painted, patched and repaired. Her heart is in this home. And you can see it and feel it. In short...it's emotional for her.
We start chatting and she gets teary-eyed.
All I could do was this. Reassure her that this house will be filled with lots of love. That I am in love with this house and I will make it a wonderful, warm and loving home. Where my friends and family will gather, laugh, eat and watch Pens games. Where I will have parties in the backyard and pour chilled wine that has been sitting in my new pottery wine bucket. Where I can throw birthday parites for my niece and nephew. Where Boo can stay when she visits. It's the house where the next chapter of my life will take place.
The next chapter.
In a month...the next chapter begins. It begins in an adorable brick home with an country blue door.