Last week I packed up my books, my lucky baking powder can and painted over the deep purple of my bedroom with beige. Preparing to sell your home has got to be one of the hardest things to do. How can we sell our home for money to strangers? How can someone else sleep in the room where my babies were born? How can some one walk up the stairs never knowing how may times my children have slid down them? I am painting over the art work and the smudges hiding all of the work and love that has gone into every surface of this house.
It is just a house however, it isn't really our home, our home is our family and our memories in our hearts.
It is just as though I am throwing away the really cool packaging that ought to be saved.
