HOME - n.
1. A place where one lives; a residence
2. The physical structure within which one lives, such as a house or apartment
3. A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household
4. An environment offering affection, security and happiness
5. A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin
Simply put, home is a place for escape, filled with art, books, color, scents, sounds, textures and memories.
It is a repository for keepsakes and dreams that help bridge past with future.
I am only now realizing what it must be like….
......to loose you home. And how very fortunate we are not to be losing ours.
You hear about it on the news, you see all the “for Sale – Bank Owned” signs or “Foreclosure” signs as your drive through town...
...but until the reality of it happening to someone you know as they are going through it, I never thought too much about how it would feel..
And everyone I know reading this blog loves their homes, spends great time and love fixing, decorating, cleaning, partying in and making memories in their homes.
To decide to sell your home is something totally different than the possibility of loosing it- and not just speaking financially- we know that part would be devastating – but this is deeper.
You make a decision to sell because it’s too big. Or too small. Or too much upkeep…but it’s YOU who decides. And you say good-bye accordingly..
..it’s not being taken from you.
Your decorating. You soft place to fall. Your memories. Your home…
To have someone who you don’t know, and who knows nothing about you or your life, say “you’ll need to be out of the house.. (it’s my HOME – not just a house.. you want to yell).. by such-and-such a date.”
To have to walk through that one last time – to say good-bye to the garden you tended – the porch where you sat and drank coffee…
To have to drive off and look in the rear-view mirror at not just a brick and mortar building..but your sweet...
And know you’ll never set foot in it again..and someday someone else will..and you'll not be there..my heart hurts. My throat closes. My head aches..
It’s all too much.
It’s happening all too often.
It’s happening all too close.
And there is nothing we can do to help – except love them and offer our arms….
.and shed tears for the death of a dream…