are we still talking about houses?
Our house has been on the market for what feels like eleventy months. We're averaging about two showings a week now which is good, right? WRONG. I'll send my children to your house for a day and you can see just how clean it stays.
We don't exactly need to sell it; we love our neighborhood and our location. And of course we love the house. But we have this crazy dream of buying a lot of land with some friends and making our own neighborhood. Plus, in the long run it's probably wise to be rid of our current house so we're trying to see if we get any bites. So far lots of nibbles, no takers.
In the mean time though I've had my sights set on this beauty:
It's a 100 year old farm house on 107 acres. It has a couple of barns and a couple of other out buildings and I lurve it. It's also right across the street from some good friends of ours. Phil says something to the effect of Yeah, we could just tear it down and...
And I had an aneurysm.
Me: You don't just tear down a gorgeous hundred year old farmhouse! You renovate it. You don't do your thing and tear it down.
Phil: I like tearing things down.
Me: See, this is just another example of how I'm like Jesus*. Jesus is all about renovation, rehabilitation and restoration my friend.
Phil: No, the fire burns away the imperfections. Burns. Destroys. Then we build a new house.
Me: No, Isaiah, actually the fire of which you speak is a purification whereby the bad shit is burned away and the entire person emerges cleansed and whole. Or you might say, renovated.
Phil: But we're new creations in Christ. The old has gone, THE NEW HAS COME.
Me: But you're in the same body, dude. You look exactly the same on the outside. It's just your spirit that has been gutted. So to speak.
Phil: Whatever. That house is built on sand and it must come down!
Me: You're the antichrist.
Phil: That's the nicest thing you've said to me all month.
*I'm not at all like Jesus. I just like Phil to think I am** when we argue.
**I'm not fooling anyone.