Yesterday marked the end of an important time in our lives: we finished selling our house in Atlanta.
After 25 years of ownership, of course it is bittersweet. This is where our babies grew up, where we home-schooled our children, where we poured our sweat equity to make it work for our family.
But we had been gone for six years and it no longer felt like home. From a practical standpoint, it's a house for a large family with small-to-medium children, and we are quickly becoming a small family with grown children. Only two strapping young men still at home full time!
The process, while relatively short, had its stressful moments. The week the house was due to go on the market, lightning destroyed an oak in the front yard, crushing parts of the brand-new roof and ruining the front garden.
We are very happy, because the new owners have one child and another on the way, and absolutely fell in love with the space! We think they saw the love we put into building a house for a family, because they kept going through a few setbacks in the process.
Love,
Alexandra and Michael
After 25 years of ownership, of course it is bittersweet. This is where our babies grew up, where we home-schooled our children, where we poured our sweat equity to make it work for our family.
But we had been gone for six years and it no longer felt like home. From a practical standpoint, it's a house for a large family with small-to-medium children, and we are quickly becoming a small family with grown children. Only two strapping young men still at home full time!
The process, while relatively short, had its stressful moments. The week the house was due to go on the market, lightning destroyed an oak in the front yard, crushing parts of the brand-new roof and ruining the front garden.
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| The parts still standing |
We are very happy, because the new owners have one child and another on the way, and absolutely fell in love with the space! We think they saw the love we put into building a house for a family, because they kept going through a few setbacks in the process.
Perhaps nothing epitomizes our memories of the house as much as this picture: Eleanor climbing through her clubhouse mid-construction. There was always construction, and the children were always in the middle of it!
Alexandra and Michael
I loved that club house more than anything! :) Well, maybe not more than the Christmas cookie baking parties. Miss you all!
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