Comments on: Open House

By: I Woke Up Sad | ivy league insecurities

I Woke Up Sad | ivy league insecurities — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 13:11:32 +0000

[...] of water. My girls started calling for us. And it hit me. Suddenly and swiftly. I am sad because we are moving. Because one week from today, our life will be in boxes and crates. Seven measly days into the [...]

By: Tips For Adulthood: Five Ways To Make A Move Easier « RealDelia

Tips For Adulthood: Five Ways To Make A Move Easier « RealDelia — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 17:02:37 +0000

[...] of moving, Aiden Donnelly Rowley had an interesting post over the weekend on Ivy League Insecurities about what it’s like to sell a house and that bitter-sweet feeling that accompanies the open [...]

By: Maureen@IslandRoar

Maureen@IslandRoar — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 05:30:37 +0000

I love this metaphor: blogging as open house.
When we sold our little house in NJ 9 years ago, it was so hard to resign oneself to the traipsing thru of all the potential buyers. A realtor once scolded me because I said absolutely not on Christmas Eve. We have been in our Vineyard home almost as long as that NJ house, yet maybe because my babies came home from the hospital there, learned to walk, it just seems we left an indelible mark there. Or it left one on us. Either is good I suppose.
Good Luck with the craziness of showing your home. Tough to say goodbye to treasured places, but oh, the excitement and potential of a new home!

By: Linda from Bar Mitzvahzilla

Linda from Bar Mitzvahzilla — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 03:40:27 +0000

Well, I’ve lived in the same house nearly the whole 17 years of my marriage. Recently we made an offer on a new house that wasn’t accepted but for a few days I was walking around a bit catatonic. I hate to imagine how I’d feel leaving this house, though I’ve fantasized about leaving this gated neighborhood forever. I have a funny feeling I’d be one of those people who’d have to buy their house back again later.

As far as a blog being an open house, what a lovely metaphor that is, Aidan! I know when I started mine, the door was only open a crack – the topic was narrow and it was for my eyes only. Over time I expanded my topics but here and there I found I got stuck on what I thought others’ expectations of me were. Now, miracle of miracles, I’ve found that I can write seriously and humorously and I can live through it. So it’s an open house in that it’s my brain and people are invited in, but it’s not in that they can’t keep it forever, but they can keep visiting.

By: slamdunk

slamdunk — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 02:27:37 +0000

Wow, excellent thought-provoking post. I have never viewed a blog as a 24-7 window into someone’s world, but I can certainly see the similarities.

I can relate to the odd feeling about leaving a residence. With my childhood home, my parents waited to tell me until it was a week away from going on the market–they did not want to disappoint me. I did make it home from out of state for one day to say goodbye and walk all of space prior to the sale being finalized.

Best wishes with finding a buyers.

By: mika

mika — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 23:30:58 +0000

First off, that is a really great metaphor.

Secondly, congrats on working on your next novel! I’m excited enough to read the first but this news makes it even better.

Finally, I lived in my own apartment for 3.5 years with my cat and boyfriends coming in-and-out. When I finally moved out to come here I was devastated! I kept procrastinating the DDD’s ( ) until the very last second because it was too emotional to bear. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for you uprooting your whole family. You are a very brave soul (and obviously on to better things

By: kristina

kristina — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:57:27 +0000

You and your blog are so wonderful. I was behind and am now all caught up (well, sort-of) and find myself thinking, “where did she find that image” or “God, I love that photo” or whatever.

You are a gift to the world – thanks!

Oh, and I’m on my 3rd house which has become a nightmare of vast proportions due to a builder who disappeared, a lawsuit going nowhere, and a middle aged woman learning to hang siding, but that’s a story better told with wine. The worst part for me is passing along my flower garden blue-prints to folks whose eyes glaze over somewhere between “tulip bulb” and “drip system.” I told DH that just once I would like to see a garden come into fruition. Of course, then I had a 3rd kiddo and now I just name the weeds fancy names.

By: D

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:27:21 +0000

I deal with moving by not moving but adapting within the framework I already am. Case in point, when our apartment became too small for us, we bought the one next store and combined it with ours. I have been in the same organization for 14 years but have been in three different departments, changing after 5-6 years in each. I am sure I should be more adventurous, challenge myself more, look for even better space for my family but I am content. I don’t spend a lot of time exploring what else is out there which for the most part is a good thing but it is possible it has limited me. I think professionally I should start to think about what is next, and maybe I will, soon, sort of, in a way, but not today, because for now I’m good. Maybe that’s why I love ILI, I get to vicariously do it through you!

By: terry castle

terry castle — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 20:46:27 +0000

I love moving! I get to clean all the closets and throw out piles of useless artifacts that clutter my drawers.

I try and never look back. The house is just a house, a material thing. My home is me and my family where ever we are.

By: Amber

Amber — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 19:21:35 +0000

Yes, this blogging is a tough business. I think that is why I have two blogs-one where I talk incessantly about my children and the other where I express my struggles, pains, joys, and pleasures. I am okay with people glancing through my personal blog, but when people tramp through my family blog I feel…violated. I realized that when I launched my personal blog that I was making a place for visitors. I am okay with that.