finally!

[winterbadger]

It's on the market!

And there have been at least a few nibbles right away...

I can't remember when it was last so clean. 1961, probably.

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[wcg.livejournal.com]

Your mother's house?

[winterbadger]

Indeed. Comes closer the day I will feel that I have discharged my duties that keep me in the US.

ETA: It's my childhood home, but I have no strong feeling of sadness to see it pass out of my life. The good times, the memorable moments that were filled with joy and wonder pretty much all took place in summers in New England. There are some memories buried deep that still carry some happiness and wonder, but so much of the recent history of that house is as a place where my parents grew old and sick and became less than themselves, and before that of a place so filled with anger and bitterness that it keeps me from recalling any joy.