My wife and I are getting ready to close on the sale of our former house. When we bought it in 2003, it was our dream home.
The house in Herriman had everything the old place in Utah County didn’t — lots of bedrooms, family room, three bathrooms, big garage, huge kitchen and a backyard that required binoculars to completely survey.
We spent 15 years of blissful mess in the Herriman place before it became something more akin to a nightmare.
I blame age. My wife grew weary of taking care of a house that was too big for the two of us, the constant recycling of children in the basement apartment, and pets.