This is a true story.
We have been trying to sell our house on and off for a couple of years. The house will sit on the market for months, people will come to look, but it never sells. We take it off the market, and we try again a few months later. It has currently been on the market for over six months.
This house is my husband’s childhood home. It is where he has lived his whole life. The house has additional sentimental value, too, because my husband’s dad put a lot of work into this house over the years. My husband’s dad, Vincent, passed away several years ago, but his memory lives on in the walls of this house. There is not a window, wall, or tile that has not been touched by Vincent’s hands.
Last week, my mom and I were talking about this house, and she said, “I just know Vincent’s heart and soul is in this house.”
So, when I had some rare time alone last week as I drove to the grocery store, I started thinking about this house and my mom’s words. I was alone in the car, and I began talking aloud.
“Vincent, I know your heart and soul is in that house…”
I had a long talk with Vincent. I shared with him some of my favorite memories in that house. I told him how it felt to bring Maddie and Katie home to that house as infants. I told him that I’ve watched all of their firsts happen in that house: first steps, first words, first night in a big girl bed. I told him how I remember the first time I was ever in that house, back in 1992, when I was just a young, 17 year old girl in love with a boy named Jerome. The very best moments of my life have happened in that house. I talked a lot.
Then, I told Vincent that it was time to let go, time for us to move on. I explained to him that we didn’t mean to abandon the house, we just wanted to start anew, just like he did so many years ago when he chose a house to raise his own family. It was time to find a new place to call home. I assured him that we would take with us each and every memory, and that the family that bought this house would love it just as much as we have all these years.
By the time I finished, I was sitting in the grocery store parking lot feeling really stupid and embarrassed.
After being on the market for years, our house sold two days later.
The Murphy family is moving.