Recently, I went through the process of sorting through 23 years' worth of my family's belongings. It was a bittersweet but necessary exercise. Whatever we did not dispose of was coming to my house to be used (or stored for future use) so it was important to me to pare things down to the most meaningful pieces. Two dumpsters later, we were done. This weekend, my father and I made one more trip to the house to supervise the movers who would be helping us make this last transition.
As my father was providing direction to the movers, I took a walk around for one last sentimental look. While I was remembering all the wonderful times we had had there, I was particularly struck by the views - images burned in my memory - as I moved around the house. So I took a few minutes to capture those that meant the most to me.
Row 1: View from the front door (L) and out to the back yard (R)
Row 2: View from my desk (L) and across the living room and my dad's loft study (R)
Row 3: View of the iving room and fireplace (L) and up out the breakfast area skylight (R)
Row 4: View out the dining room (L) and up to the second floor from the breakfast area (R)
Oh, the house was beautiful that day, if showing a bit of wear. I am still amazed to think that my parents had such a strong hand in designing it back in the 80s. I know that contemporary style homes were all the rage at the time but I like to think that the loft spaces, kitchen island, restaurant-quality stove, and other details were forward thinking at the time. The listing is due to go up soon. Our fingers are crossed in the hope that, in this market, we may get a fair deal. But with trip, I've said my goodbyes. It's all logistics from here.
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