So, today, my mom told me that the man who bought my Grandma's house after she passed is selling it...
She asked me how I would feel about moving into it...
It'd be too weird. I love that house, I do. It's gorgeous, and spacious, and beautifully made, but the man who lives there now already changed too many things for comfort. He replaced all the carpet with hardwood, repainted the walls, re-tiled the kitchen, etc.
Every single time I'd walk in there, I would think about her. I would think about everything as it was when she was alive. It would make me want to cry every single time I walk in...
But I want to live in a house, SO BADLY. I'm tired of this little townhouse, apartment, whatever you want to call it. And like I said, that house is so beautiful....
I don't know what to do about it. What do you guys think?
She asked me how I would feel about moving into it...
It'd be too weird. I love that house, I do. It's gorgeous, and spacious, and beautifully made, but the man who lives there now already changed too many things for comfort. He replaced all the carpet with hardwood, repainted the walls, re-tiled the kitchen, etc.
Every single time I'd walk in there, I would think about her. I would think about everything as it was when she was alive. It would make me want to cry every single time I walk in...
But I want to live in a house, SO BADLY. I'm tired of this little townhouse, apartment, whatever you want to call it. And like I said, that house is so beautiful....
I don't know what to do about it. What do you guys think?
