An extra house = the ultimate in clutter?
I can't get this out of my head. A woman I know has an extra house. No really, an entire extra house.
Relatively early in their marriage, her husband poured his heart and soul (and not a small amount of labor) building a home on some property they owned. Eventually, they moved up (and on), but never sold the first house.
I gather their grown kids have no interest in this house. They can't bring themselves to sell it (husband built it! their first home together!) and they're having a really difficult time even renting it because of all these reasons of sentiment/attachment/nostalgia.
I think it's great for them that they're so fortunate as to have an extra house. But I think it's kind of sad that they can't just let this house be someone else's home.