The process of emotionally distancing my self from my mother’s house, the place that has been “home” since 1962, over the last 11 months has been draining. My siblings and I have made endless difficult decisions about what furniture, accessories, and items of family memorabilia should be kept or disposed off. There have been skips, and I have taken one load of furniture over to Worcester with me already.
The house has now gone live on the market, though some viewings had already been arranged from the estate agent’s prospective client list. Seeing the listing has been unexpectedly helpful – the way the place has been arranged for “viewings” and the always-flattering professional photos reduces the place from a “home” to a “house”. So much of the stuff that gives a place meaning has been tidied or removed. But it is now a place of possibilities, and hopefully will inspire a new owner to love and cherish it in the way that we have done.
https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/161983274#/
the link has also been added to archive.org for future reference.
