Jon and I bought our house at Marilea just about 5 years ago. Closed the week before Thanksgiving. Even in the fall, with the leaves on the ground, we fell in love with the character of this house. There is something about this place, that we just love. It has been so cool to be a mile from the River, living in the city and have such a huge private yard. I love looking at my office window and watching the birds & crazy squirrels, looking out at the sky at night through the bathroom window or when I am feeling lazy, watching the leaves fall.
In our earlier days, we enjoyed all the "projects" including the wallpaper removal - room by room, the painting, the decorating of nursery and then the big boy room for Charlie. We updated our basement, outfitted a laundry room and added new fixtures. We built a fence and have seeded, and reseeded and planted and mulched.
We are now in need of something that better fits our needs, so we decided to put a plan in place. After interviewing realtors, we had a call that one would like to show our house. Well, the rest is history. I do not want to jinx ourselves, but we are well on the way to selling.
I am now trying to follow my friend Betsy's advice and believe that the next place is out there, that by visualizing and getting a better idea of my wants, the energy will return itself to me. So until that happens, we don't know the plan. I am a getting a little sentimental about leaving Marilea, but excited for the next phase.
Oh Memories...
Hanging in the sandbox

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