We drove up and immediately saw a for sale sign in the yard. The front door was open, so we walked up to it and knocked. I figured if they are selling, then they probably don't care if we look. The lady came to the door and let us in.
It was really strange to see "my house" with someone else's interpretations. They left the kitchen "chili pepper red", as I'd painted it, but had painted cream paint over the great green and white stripes I'd painstakingly painted, measured and taped off in the bathroom. The garden was getting along well, basically without any assistance. I took a peek and the ivy and ground coverings I'd planted almost seven years ago were now plush, vibrant and all grown up!
But the biggest change was the nursery, which used to be painted a soft baby blue. My dad installed the beadboard and crown molding. I'd picked out the light fixture at Lowes, to add a little magic to my little guy's room. They left pretty much everything except the blue paint, but it certainly doesn't look like a nursery anymore.
I remembered when we moved out, I stood in that room and cried when I saw the little pee stains on the wall over the changing table, where the little guy used to play target practice whenever we'd change his diaper. The place certainly felt a lot smaller than it used to.