It took me 4 years to sell a house.  Let me explain.  This was not just any house, it was my home.  It had my sons feet and hands and even Granma V’s feet and hands pressed into the new concrete drive when it was built in 1998.  It had notches marked into the bookshelf as our boys grew into teens(and some friends too).  Many happy memories were made in this home and we loved it. Even my wifes yoga instructor felt the positive energy.  It was emotional and valuable. Read the rest of this entry