Two houses

We spent a wonderful long weekend in Th*n*n hanging out at our house and tying up a few loose ends. It just feels like home when we're there in a way I can't really express. We both feel really relaxed in that house and we really just want to kick back and put a tool belt on and finish the house. The desire is strong to stay and just dive into projects that we end up doing just that the whole time we're there. The house is on the market for rent btw. I hope we find someone. My attempts at getting someone to work on the house for free rent has been a bust so far.

Here in the Paris 'burbs our house is nearly done and we've had a few visits, all very positive! The agents last week were so enthusiastic we felt really motivated to finish the last few splatters of paint we have to do. They loved all the decorating and told us they had a few clients in mind who would love the house. I felt really good because honestly the first agent who came through the house a few months back in the cheap polyester suit was really negative, almost mean. She said we should leave the house very generic because clients will want to put their own stamp on the house. She wrinkled her nose at my rustic/modern doors and said not everyone likes a red kitchen. Poo on her! The new agents were sleek and stylish, square glasses and Chanel purses. I was really nervous after the first agent had been so critical but at the same time I was curious what they'd think. They just seemed so different from her. It ended up that they loved everything and they even told me I should get paid to decorate which made Seb have to down some serious humble soup. Oh and guess which agency we're going with?

We have lots of work to do over the next eight weeks. We're back in the fire pit and we're leaving at Christmas. How insane is that? All the kids presents have to fit our suitcases. It's going to be a minimalist holiday which is just fine by me because that's become my new motto anyway--less is more.