I don’t often know what I’m doing ahead of time. I swear I have to be the queen of last minute huge decisions as well as nick of time art show readiness. I’m not exactly sure how I came about with the whole sell my home idea. It just kinda seems like this is the path I’m being led down right now I guess, and I’ve never been one to question fate. Sometimes you just know it’s time for a new direction. I’m half terrified and half really excited.
Among my many mixed emotions is fear mixed with baited excitement. The possibilities abound. This is home, though, and hard to let go. My daughter is sad because she grew up here. I told her I understand because I kinda grew up here too. It was 10 years ago when I bought this house. 10 years is just the blink of an eye when you get to midlife, but when those 10 years happen between 27 and 37 a person grows a lot. For every single thing about me that is the same there is something about me that is equally different, and I’m finally beginning to welcome the change.
The image above was my first favorite photo of my little home in Southport. There would be many more to come. It became the main image for my Mme Hood’s Holiday House photo series. I borrowed the name from one of the best books ever written, The Thief of Always by Clive Barker. I think it may be a little easier for me to move than I expected because I’m beginning to realize that I’m not Mrs. Griffin as I had always thought. It appears as though I’m really Harvey Swick. Mme Hood’s Holiday House photo series spends most of its time exploring the holidays, but unfortunately very little time exploring the actual house. I believe that was my mistake.
The first part of the journey of selling my house began, of course, with finding a realtor. I managed to find a very lovely lady, and couldn’t be happier with my luck. She was nice enough to allow me to photograph the house myself, as well, so I eagerly began my assignment. I feel as though I am very blessed to get to show others my home through my own eyes. I hope that my photos convey all of the heart and soul that I have poured into these walls throughout the years. I really believe a little part of everyone stays behind when they move on. Every house has a personality, and it is made up of every single person that passes over the threshold. My house doesn’t just need a new owner. I need to sell my house to someone who can actually stand to live with a little piece of me. Lord knows everyone says I’m best in small doses 🙂
I finished the photos and immediately sent them to my realtor, so she could put them online. Within a few hours of upload I received a call to schedule a showing, so I guess maybe I did something right. I do believe a few of these shots really show my heart and soul in my home. My beautiful kitty Oliver wasn’t just satisfied to convey his personality from behind the camera, though. Hopefully there is someone out there as eccentric as me that also has an affection for the shenanigans of cats.
I’ve also spent a significant amount of time creating images all around my home. The photos range from my beautiful roses to the adornments throughout. Sometimes I even create a little something from my imagination, and bring it to life.
I don’t know what is going to happen next, but for the first time in a long time I kinda don’t care. I’m going to miss my beloved home, but for once in my life I finally feel like I’m doing what I’m suppose to. I hope you delight in going on my journey with me as much as I’m happy to have you here, and be going. Until next we meet please enjoy a look at the rest of the art created in and around the home of my first Photographic Melodie in my Facebook album Home Is Where My Art Is.