Grandma & Grandpa's Home

Coming up on my one year anniversary of becoming a real estate agent, I have had some amazing experiences throughout the process of growing in this new profession. Though I have learned so much, I would say that I’m coming up on one of the most difficult times that I could only imagine, I am selling the home of my grandparents. I will say that I’ve been lucky. I’m a girl that has had two sets of grandparents that have taught me more than I could ever imagine, and expected nothing less. When I decided to leave the world of teaching, I had two grandparents left, who I was so excited to share this new endeavor with. Shortly after making the change, I lost two people in my life that have meant so much to me and taught me so many lessons throughout life. Now, I’m in charge of selling their home. Not only was it their home that they built together, but it was the home that my mother grew up in. This is the home where her life began, where her memories started.

I remember a few years ago, my parents made the decision to sell the house that they made a

home for my siblings and I, in order to build a home more suitable for them. Now, my mom is going through not only having to process the loss of two people that made her who she was, but also saying goodbye to her childhood home. From the early mornings at the coffee shop, to learning how to sew with Grandma, and the best quality I ever learned, to fish like my Grandpa. I don’t see this as a loss, I see it as an opportunity to bring back memories from the past that made me who I was. The sleepovers where we were up at 4am to go to Trebers, Grandpa telling me,”let's grab some canned corn and go to the dam,” and Grandma teaching me how to sew yo-yo’s. These are only a small fraction of the memories that these people brought to my life, and I can only hope that they are proud of the person I am today. I can only hope that I help someone understand the love that was put into this home and create new memories for themselves and their family. I can only hope that I make my mom proud, finding someone that will love and cherish the home that her parents worked so hard for.

This is what a home is. Not a place that is just wood, drywall, and paint, it is where memories are made. Where family is made.