Saying Goodbye To Heil House

NOTE: I wrote this post two months ago and forgot to post it! I couldn't resist sharing it anyway. . .

Monday, September 26, 2022

I said goodbye this morning to a wonderful 1850s historic house, a Ghost Lady, and maybe to the Ghost Cat, too. . .It's been bittersweet. . .for I had grown to love every inch of the dwelling. . .as well as all the quirky happenings that it brought. . .

It was a typical day in the neighborhood. . .Downtown began to awake from its night's sleep. . .One by one neighbors began to appear. . .Some walking. . .Some jogging. . .Some just drinking their coffee. . .I had plans to begin the change in decor inside Heil House from primitive to. . .colonial meets farmhouse. (See:  Marrying Colonial Decor With My Farmhouse Style)

But first I checked out the real estate offerings in town, just as I do every morning. . .No one was more surprised than me when I found a favorite historic home here in Ste. Genevieve on the market. . .Older. . .Larger. . .Only three blocks from Heil House. . .It was one I've all but coveted owning. . .and there she was. . .for sale. . .but how could I give up my little cottage on Main Street?????

I resisted calling the realtor for about a week. . .Then I could not stand it any longer. . .I'd been promised years ago that one day I would have the house of my dreams. . .It would be historic. . .and an I-house. . .preferably a stone I-house. . .Was it this one?

The plan was to tour the one for sale and find all the things wrong with it that I could. . .and then forget it. . .

The "best laid plans of mice and men" didn't work this time either. . .I loved it from the moment I walked in. . .It was mine. . .Now all I had to do was convince the sellers and John. . .No problem. . .I had a super realtor (Cheryl Grither). . .and a wonderful man who loved the house as much as I. . .Before I knew it, I had the home of my dreams. . .

But, as I said, today was bittersweet. . .I signed the papers on the sale of Heil House. . .It had been my summer home for four years. . .and I had loved it. . .but Life brings changes. . .in this case, for the good. . .I was moving up the hill to my dream. . .leaving with good memories and a happy heart. . .and just a few more pieces to load on the truck. . .

So. . .with only a few tears in my eyes. . .I take a last look. . .smile. . .and close the door behind me.

(P.S. We think the Ghost Cat moved with us.)