An Inestimable Price

Sometimes I scroll through our old home’s Zillow listing to remember the life I had before my husband died. The perfectly staged photos are on display for anyone to see. They look empty — stripped of our belongings, of personality. Still, I picture us in these curated shots: loving, living, fighting, making up, making out, raising our babies. The kitchen table where we communed at the day’s end. The bed where our children and I slept for months after he died. The listing’s estimated price does not take into account how rich that house was with love. — Jessica Strange

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9 Responses to An Inestimable Price

  1. Beautiful home. I saw a listing of the very first house I purchased in Killeen Texas and it also brought back memories. I sent it to my babies and it had the same affect on them, well the middle child. I purchased that home for about $50K, it sold for $160 earlier this year.

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  2. You’re right! The home is worth more than the house.

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