It seems especially ironic that after this post I am spending the greater part of this week painting the interior of our house white - er, pardon me - almond.
The thing is, we need to sell it, and if you want to sell according to the rubrics of the current real estate biz, you (generally) paint the interior a light, neutral color. Light because this augments a feeling of spaciousness (to that end, we've been clearing out unnecessary furniture, too) and neutral so that potential home buyers will more easily be able to picture themselves and their stuff in the house, rather than spending valuable house hunting time making faces and wondering just how many coats of paint it will take to cover the fluorescent lime green you chose for your dining room. It won't do to have them retching into the sink.
In other words, our job is to scrub as much personality out of the place as possible. It needs to appear large, clean, solid and reasonably up-to-date... period. But that's okay. It wasn't actually our house to begin with, as it belongs to my mom and we have been renting from her. For that reason, it didn't seem like a good idea to go crazy making modifications. When we (God willing) get into our own really-for-true house, we will take more trouble to make the place over in a way that suits us.
This modern habit of always moving seems often to keep people from making a real home of where they are, whether by neglecting the art of the home, or neglecting to form friendships, etc... Perhaps we have grown wary of becoming too attached.
For that reason, once we find our new place, I am determined to adopt Jim Janknegt's recent comment as our motto "Damn the resale value, full speed ahead!".
In fact, I think I shall have it carved on a wooden sign and hang it in our pub room.