The time has finally come for me to put my house up on the market for sale. I have thought about selling it a few times over the past two years, but none of those times ever really felt right. This time it feels right. About two weeks ago, a settled feeling came over me. I felt as if my mind and body was letting me know that it is time to say farewell to my house and New York state.
I do love New York. New York City is a cultural mecca and extremely diverse. Upstate NY is particularly beautiful. I love the lushness of the landscape and experiencing the four seasons. However, I have lived here since I came to America when I was two years old. First in Brooklyn in NYC and then Upstate since 1991. It is time for a change. I greatly desire to experience living in another part of the country. I am also not crazy about the harsh Upstate NY winters. I do not like shoveling snow, and I have never been able to find someone who is willing to shovel the snow that falls in front of my house in a way that does the job well, and without me having to be concerned that it will get done at all. If I want it done right, I have to do it myself. If we get a major snowstorm I have to go out there and shovel about every hour to keep up with it as the snow falls for hours throughout the day, and sometimes into the night.
I am currently interviewing realtors. By Monday I plan to make my decision on who will list my house.
This house that I have been living in since 2004 has been such an honor and a blessing in my life. I love old historic homes, so I enjoyed restoring this Queen Anne Victorian. My wish is that its next steward will love her, at least, as much as I did, and continues to do her justice. Before I came along she had gone through more than a dozen years of abuse by slumlords. It is a miracle that she was still standing when I decided to buy a house here, but that is a testament to her strength. Houses are not built like they used to be.