I live in an area of Hampton that has large Victorian homes and mini-Victorian homes. Some of the larger homes have been divided up and turned into apartments (like where I live) and a handful have been turned into inns. The nicest one in the neighborhood was recently placed on the market.
It was very scary. Would someone buy it and turn it into apartments? Would a single family buy it for their Cheaper by the Dozen family? Would someone buy and keep it an inn? Would anyone buy it at all??
It was on the market for quite sometime. Finally, one day, news broke around the neighborhood that the deal was done; place sold.
The inn that had been run by a very nice husband and wife team was really sold. Who bought it? Are they from around here or, heaven forbid, from Up North? Are they going to keep it an inn? Are they going to change the look of the house? No one knew.
The very nice husband and wife packed up everything they wanted and had a yard sale to get rid of the rest (I two very nice Napoleon chairs and an oval mirror, thanyouverymuch). Every time I passed the inn I just shook my head in disbelief.
The New People moved in. They are keeping it an inn. The New People do not look friendly, or like inn running kind of people. They leave kids' toys strewn about the yard. They have over cut the grass so low that the grass blades aren't even half an inch tall. The lawn is more brown than it is green; it's terrible looking. They put these huge, ugly mums on the steps of the side porch. They have a fan and random objects sitting on the side porch!
I miss the very nice husband and wife.