You can't go home again

Today was busy. Haircut in the morning, lunch with my peeps at Vanguard, then a long visit with a former neighbor, who was kind enough to give my mom a tour of her antique doll house collection, then I went back to my house on Kimberton Road.

I sold the house in March to a charming young couple named Jason and Jesse, who had a baby almost two weeks ago. In the short time they have owned it, they have completely transformed the house. I can't believe all they've done. And I walked around the house kicking myself and saying "Why didn't I do that?"

It was a very humbling experience. I took a lot of pride in that house, but I see now that I lacked the vision to get it anywhere near its potential. I always knew that each owner takes the house up a few notches, but they've done more in a few months than I did in years. Part of it is I was too frugal to hire the top-notch builder and architect that provided some of the high-end design flourishes. My work was done by a former boyfriend's handyman. So that makes a difference. Also, their taste is contemporary and mine is traditional. So their look is fresh and airy, while mine was not as bright or as casual. They didn't try to make the big room serve as both living room and dining room, which I did. I now see how that impeded the room's aesthetic.

The good news is it's a wonderful feeling knowing your house is in the hands of two people who love it and have the resources to make it into something both fabulous and perfect for them. I'm so happy for them and so glad they appreciate the house.