|A wild front garden greets them|
During the viewings, people's response was "comfortable", "original", "quirky", which fits the inhabitants, too.
The buyers are a couple like us decades ago, living in this vibrant downtown neighbourhood with their two young children.
They are in the state of overwhelmed delight I well remember; wish I could call them.
The price was a number we could live with and one they could pay: a good deal. But more than the numbers, I'm thinking of the ineffable soul of a house, of childrens' feet in their footed pj's pounding on the stairs, of "Dinner is served", of candlelight flickering.
I suppose it's ego that makes me happy they mirror our own professions, yet it is also a response of the heart. They 'get' the Aga, the plentiful bookshelves, the lush gardens.
|Aga gets a new family|
The sale of a home you've lived in for a quarter century is an intense process. We learned to let go of our perceptions of what people 'should' like, to drop our defensiveness and to only occasionally say things like "No children died going up and down this staircase".
Our happiness at achieving a mutually positive transaction is equal to my pleasure at passing on a warm home to young parents, to knowing more bedtime stories, beloved pets, raucous parties, silly jokes and school projects will pass through its doors.
Isn't "home" a magical, primal, indelible life marker?
La vie continue.