House Hunting

“She’s two hundred years old,” the Realtor, Mrs. Brown, said, “and you know they just don’t make them like this any more.”

Our hearts were torn as we could see the grandeur that this house had been years before as well as the damage done as the last few owners had fluctuated between trying to restore it and trying to modernize it leaving it in a sad state indeed.

Mrs. Brown excused herself to take a phone call, allowing us time to discuss openly about the good and the bad of such a purchase for the first time.

We were still talking in lowered voices when she returned saying, “Well, what do you think?” with a big confident smile on her face.

After a few moments of silence, Larry calmly said, “We see a lot of potential, but this house would take too much considering the price to buy it and fix it so we won’t take any more of your time.”

An unexplainable sadness came over me causing me to look back where I saw a huge crowd of people standing, waving, and calling ‘come back soon’ when we drove down the lane to the road.



Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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