So for the past year we have been trying to sell our house. So far it has been unsuccessful. We have been trying to do everything we can to make our house more appealing to those who come look at it. We have depersonalized EVERYTHING! There are no more family portraits or snap shots around the house. We store our toaster and coffee pot when people come to look because it makes the counter look cluttered. It's crazy how much has to be done to sell a house and what measures we are willing to take to make that happen.
I collect postcards and I love to put them up on my wall, along with pictures and other souvenirs. So basically postcards boardered all my walls, pictures were all around my mirror, Bible verses that were written on post-it notes were stuck on various surfaces, and when you walked in you could tell it was Ashley's room. Well not any more. My mom finally got to me on "depersonalizing". Now all my walls are blank and the only pictures left are the ones on the back of my door (where no one will look). My room is boring. Blah. Ughh. I do not like it. But if it will help our house sell then I guess it's worth it.
It's just that all those post cards meant something to me. They represented the various places that I had traveled. Each had a memory of it's own, wether it was a good or bad one. I feel feel as if a part of my soul had died..literally.
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