Trying to go home

You can leave a copy of this letter in the little free library in front of the house. I plan to fill a volume gushing about how wonderful this home is and how filled with love and inspiration I was upon arrival. I’m head over heels.
{Address} [The property] is so carefully constructed and lovingly maintained as to bring a tear to my eye. It has everything. You can expect us to continue this tradition of making it a beautiful, happy place to be. If we live here, we will fill it with a few of our favorite things and people and pets, celebrate all of our happy holidays, birthdays, guests from near and far together here.
Watching from outside, you’d see birdfeeders refilled and gardens lovingly preserved. A few additional birdhouses, maybe even a bird hotel if we get fancy. Friends and neighbors picking up fresh eggs. New books added to the little free library. Babies playing in the yard.
Inside our home now I keep myself busy writing, painting, snuggling a sleepy baby, cooking, and reading. Making this house our home includes all of this plus these new possibilities: A vegetable and herb patch, room for canning, having guests stay and maybe even trading homes with friends from afar, looking outside at the tire swing and remembering my childhood fondly, and room for another baby!
I’ve been assured that this is not the housing market to write sentimental letters. We don’t know unless we put it out there whether this is true, do we? I’d like to think it’s possible that this house and its owners are looking for somebody just like me, with a little family just like mine, to love it and care for it as a forever home. That’s what I like to think about this sort of thing.
It’s true that money talks, so we’re going over the list price and giving you the very top limit of our little budget just to be safe.
If you ever miss this house and want to come around for tea, we’d be just fine with that. My grandmother still lives in the house my mom grew up in. She has the most amazing garden! And a tire swing. And someday when she needs to live somewhere else we might need to make arrangements so that she can visit her garden. It makes sense, doesn’t it?
Did I mention my family and my partner’s family all live within walking distance of your lovely home? They do. And my Mom went to Highline and my partner went to Highline and I believe, if I’m not mistaken, so did his Mom! My great grandparents moved to this area as agricultural workers in the valley and lived a few blocks down the road. I love the idea of keeping this neighborhood and family so close. Seems nice and cozy.
I won’t regale you with the gritty details of our home search, although it has been dragging out for the majority of my young son’s life. This is the only offer we are making on any property. I hope it’s the only one we will make. And I appreciate you taking the time to consider it and read my wordy letter.



  1. When we bought the house in Bothell, the widow who had lived there since her husband built it in 1959 was very reluctant to sell, but was moving into an assisted living center. We kept in touch with her and she came back most summers to enjoy her flowering trees and shrubs; she came back to “remember” several times over the 10 years we owned it.

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