Transitioning

So, it sort of dawned on me over the weekend that we'll be moving next summer (fingers crossed, knock on wood, salt over the shoulder, and all that). And, along with that move, we'll also have to sell our house. Our first house. The house we've been working on since we bought it four years ago. The house that, thanks to our hard work, has been stripped of its 1980's cedar paneling, has bamboo floors throughout, has updated appliances, and has cheerful landscaping. (And gutters! This week we're getting gutters!) But with weekend realization, I've started to think less and less about what improvements we could make that we would enjoy, and more and more about what we could do to make our house more desirable to prospective buyers. It's a subtle shift, I suppose, but it's a weird transition nonetheless. It's odd to think of other people-- strangers-- living in our house, our home.