pauses&clicks

This sign went up in our yard last week and a few days ago the “coming soon” designation was changed to “for sale.”

It’s not a particularly scary edge to be standing on unless you take into mind the financial aspect of it, or the feeling of “being on edge” because the house has to remain ready for potential buyers to view at all times, but it’s definitely an emotional edge.

This house in Berryland Farms, in Northern Virginia, is the first house we’ve ever owned.  I spent an entire year stripping wallpaper and painting every inch of every room, including doors, closets and ceilings.  My husband did much of the work in finishing the basement.  In the twelve years we’ve owned it, we’ve moved into it three times, for a total of four years.

Two of our sons graduated from high school while living in this house.  Our oldest son met his future wife while living under this roof.  Our first grandchild came home to this address when he was born and he and his parents spent the first year of his life living with us.  We had parties in this house when Jim pinned on his first and second stars, in addition to all the typical family events celebrated during the course of a year.

In the life of a military family, that’s a lot of history.

My husband’s post-retirement job is requiring us to move to Louisiana so right now, this is our edge…this process of selling our first home.

And here comes a shameless plug….know of anyone who wants a beautiful home surrounded by serene woods in a really great school district?  If so, please pass this on!

http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2723-Valestra-Cir-Oakton-VA-22124/51767373_zpid/

Now that I’ve gotten past the emotional and business aspect of that particular edge….I’ll share one more.  THIS is one edge you’ll never find me on:

There isn’t enough money in the world to make this particular job appealing.