What I find striking about your story is that you always go after what you want. We should all be living our lives that way but it is a rarity in these uber judgmental times.
My doorbell rang a few years ago and a 10 year old girl said “Hi, I’m Amelia and I just moved into the neighborhood and I’m obsessed with your house. I love modern!”…
What I find striking about your story is that you always go after what you want. We should all be living our lives that way but it is a rarity in these uber judgmental times.
My doorbell rang a few years ago and a 10 year old girl said “Hi, I’m Amelia and I just moved into the neighborhood and I’m obsessed with your house. I love modern!” I invited her in for a tour, leaving the front door open. Soon I heard the squeaky voice of her younger sister “Can I come in too?” Soon thereafter, I met their parents and we became friends. Your essay reminded me of Amelia.
My mother in law liked a house in a beautiful neighborhood in north Evanston. Right after she was married, she knocked on the door and asked to buy it if it ever came for sale.
It did and she did. Raised 8 children there and lived and died in it....well over 50 years.
You never know if you don't ask. All they can do is say no. And they might say yes.
What I find striking about your story is that you always go after what you want. We should all be living our lives that way but it is a rarity in these uber judgmental times.
My doorbell rang a few years ago and a 10 year old girl said “Hi, I’m Amelia and I just moved into the neighborhood and I’m obsessed with your house. I love modern!” I invited her in for a tour, leaving the front door open. Soon I heard the squeaky voice of her younger sister “Can I come in too?” Soon thereafter, I met their parents and we became friends. Your essay reminded me of Amelia.
My mother in law liked a house in a beautiful neighborhood in north Evanston. Right after she was married, she knocked on the door and asked to buy it if it ever came for sale.
It did and she did. Raised 8 children there and lived and died in it....well over 50 years.
You never know if you don't ask. All they can do is say no. And they might say yes.
Captured in the art of selling.
You never know if you don’t ask.
I’ve always told my children, “what’s the worst that can happen? They will say 'no.'”
Exactly, Sara, I have said that many times!
wow. I just posted a very similar story. nice!!!!