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dreamflowerI am awake because I can't stop thinking about our house where we used to live. Why? The DH was doing a bit of 'net surfing last night and found a real estate listing for it-- it's in foreclosure.
The listing is here.
I don't know what's more depressing-- seeing the parts that are still the same (like the faux-finish paint job I did in the master bedroom) or seeing the parts they've more or less destroyed (like the kitchen, which had only been remodeled a few years prior to the sale).
We lived there for 30 years, and so tonight I'm remembering all the blood, sweat and tears we'd put into making that house a home, and what it had been like before Katrina, and how we'd restored things afterwards. It was in GOOD shape when we sold it. *sigh*
I like our little house here, but we've only been here a few years. And I wonder if it's worth trying to make this one nice when someday someone else will come along and not appreciate it like we do...
The listing is here.
I don't know what's more depressing-- seeing the parts that are still the same (like the faux-finish paint job I did in the master bedroom) or seeing the parts they've more or less destroyed (like the kitchen, which had only been remodeled a few years prior to the sale).
We lived there for 30 years, and so tonight I'm remembering all the blood, sweat and tears we'd put into making that house a home, and what it had been like before Katrina, and how we'd restored things afterwards. It was in GOOD shape when we sold it. *sigh*
I like our little house here, but we've only been here a few years. And I wonder if it's worth trying to make this one nice when someday someone else will come along and not appreciate it like we do...