Work of Art
Mom said something to me on the phone the other day that really made me feel good. I was talking with her about Jerry’s advice to not get too attached to my house so that I could sell it in a couple years and move up to some thing bigger. I was lamenting the thought of putting all this work into my house and then selling it to someone else, and how all of my design choices have been choices that will probably make selling it difficult anyway (for example: the wrap-around-red-wall). I truly do understand the benefits of the leapfrog method of using your house as an investment vehicle, but I really have no plans to do anything like that. I like stability and moving every few years is insanity. Anyway, as we talked more about what my next plans were and how long it would take to get the house to look what I see in my head, I made a comment about the flooring I want to put in the kitchen and how I don’t want to do what everyone else does (basic oak or walnut laminate/wood flooring). She said something to the effect of, “Well, honey, I know that however long it takes you, whenever you get done with your house, it’s going to be a work of art.”
Wow, huh? Especially when considering the audible gulp I heard that emanated from her throat when she saw my house for the first time last year.
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