My first group of potential home-renters walked through last night. They were two females in their mid-twenties excitedly anticipating the next phase of independent living. They chattered excitedly over my home, the spaces I created, the wall we painted, the details I so painstakenly planned and looked over when I bought the place a year and a half ago. It was strange. It was eerie. It was really happening.
It's going to be harder to leave this place than I'd first imagined. As a female, your home is your nest. A little space you make your own and find comfort; where you get away or entertain. It's your private world. I feel intruded upon in a way you bring upon yourself when showing your house. Every person will pass judegement you have to sit and take with ease.
Eventually, it might become my summer home. But for now, I'm faced with the challenge of letting go and letting someone else create their home in mine.
I just hope I choose well.
It's going to be harder to leave this place than I'd first imagined. As a female, your home is your nest. A little space you make your own and find comfort; where you get away or entertain. It's your private world. I feel intruded upon in a way you bring upon yourself when showing your house. Every person will pass judegement you have to sit and take with ease.
Eventually, it might become my summer home. But for now, I'm faced with the challenge of letting go and letting someone else create their home in mine.
I just hope I choose well.
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