The time has come to sell a house we have in Indiana, my birthplace.  The house was my home from the time I was 10 years old.  It is the place we held our wedding reception.  Just a small cape cod style house, nothing much as the world sees it, but the fixed point in my memory–the place to which I took my children to visit their grandparents, the place I went to “get my bearings” during turmoil.  It’s been a rental for several years, and — it isn’t what it used to be.  I do hope we can recover something of our investment.