We walked through five houses tonight. It really struck me how hard it must be to sell your house.
Forced to allow all your doors to be opened,
people poking in the nooks and crannies,
judging every color, carpet and crack,
questioning every spot and stain,
knowing that everyone is imagining how to get the memories of your family out.

As we drove home, I couldn’t help but peer into houses of every shape and size. I wonder if the people inside love their house? Or if they are just comfortable and love the memories they have there? I wonder if they had it all to do over again, would they buy the house again?

I can’t wait until we are inside our new house, making our own memories in the space that is just right for us.