Since I have been living in my grandparents home and getting it ready for resell...it really just makes me dream and re live a lot of memories.
This house was built by the hands of my grandfather,my father,and my uncle and many of their friends. It holds a lot of personal value to a lot of us. As a child this house was the biggest playground I had. From upstairs in each of the bedrooms to the 10 acre spread of land I could run all over. It was a childs dream to say the least.
I love this house with most of my being. You aren't suppose to love things...but I love this house. I love it because it just isn't a thing to me...it's a lot of my memories. I fear that once we no longer have this house the memory of my grandparents will fade. Now deep down I know they won't but in my mind I don't have many memories with them not in this house.
From Christmas time in the nice living room where if you dropped any food on the carpet my grandmother was likely to murder you or from spending the night and going back in my grandfathers shop and eating pop corn and watching movies...I love the memories.
I will never forget them as long as I live. It is unfortunate we cannot keep this house forever and whenever we need it to be there it will be...but that is unrealistic.
I can only hope that some family with kids lives here and those kids get have this amazing play ground like I did when I was a child....but I can only hope.
My biggest dream is to come back in 10 years and this house still be standing here...in all of its glory...but I can only dream.
Courtney, I so get this! My grandparents lived in one house for over 30 years. It's where we visited when I grew up. I loved that house!! Awesome memories. Then they moved to VA. And I got used to that house. And then, all of a sudden (it seemed), both were gone. It is so hard to give up the "body" to the memories.
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