Living in a magazine

Today I felt like I lived in a magazine. Well , at least portions of my house during certain parts of the day. The rest of the house was filled with the garbage from the "clean" rooms. I always flip through catalogs and dream of what it would be like to live in such a clean and orderly environment. And today I realized how almost laughable that is for me right now. But for a moment, it was grand.











I really like this house! Especially clean! I like it more and more as we do more stuff to it to get it ready to sell! Funny how we do that, isn't it? My mom always used to say she never liked her houses as much as she did right before she put them on the market, because all the little details would finally get taken care of. All the things that you just lived with yourself, but you have to do to get it ready to sell.

Tell someone you know to buy our house!