Musings, rantings, and dispatches from a rural homestead in the hills of the Willamette Valley, Oregon. Hot flashes included.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
It's not a house, it's an idea
Before we got ready to start showing our house, this was my office area. It had a huge desk, a swivel chair, a computer and a bookcase filled with homesteading books, records, and resources. There was also a bunch of empty shoeboxes, a swiffer mop, several throw pillows, a dog bed, and a dining room chair that I couldn't find any better place for. The realtor took one look at it and wisely recommended it go back to being the sitting area the architect who designed this floor plan probably intended it to be.
And so we removed furniture, and this is what's left.
The fact is, we are homesteaders but we live among people who, for the most part, are not. I doubt the people who buy this house will be, either. And so for the next few months we will be living in a sort of dollhouse that represents an imaginary image of how a family could live here, if they fancied serene sitting areas and empty expanses of kitchen counters (perhaps with a cheery bowl of fruit or bunch of flowers on the counter) better than a kitchen filled with fermenting wine, canned goods, baking bread, a big bowl of kombucha brewing, and some soap-making equipment.
But this is what home selling, and home buying is. Your home, and the homes you see as you prepare to leave the space you're in, represent not so much a house as much as an idea. This is what life could be like...we think as we stroll through the rooms and in the gardens and yards. It's never about insulation ratings, rangetop efficiency, or tile versus granite, although all those things may factor into the mix. Mostly, it's about seeing a life you desire within the walls you walk through.
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