Yup.... LOVE my house. DH and I built it 10 years ago and have put lots of $$, as well as blood, sweat, and tears in it since we moved in. My DH accepted a transfer to Atlanta about three years ago. The day we made the decision to move I SOBBED the entire plane ride home from Atlanta (the other passengers must have thought I was my way to a funeral!). The hardest part was going to be leaving my house.... friends and family I can visit, but my house would be gone for good! I know it it foolish to be that attached to wood and nails, but I cannot help it. ANYHOW, right after we accepted the transfer (which was to happen the following spring) 9/11 happened, the economy took a dump, and all corporate moves were cancelled. We lived for another 18 months thinking it would still happen eventually, but got tired of living in limbo, DH applied for another job within his company that would keep him here in NH, and got it, so no moving for us!
YES, I LOVE MY HOUSE!................P