Our living room is filled with boxes, each one packed up with either our junk or treasures. The pictures are off the walls, the cupboards are swept out, the shed is nearly empty. This place has been our home for three years and our time in it has ended.
This duplex was built in the 1970's-- maybe the 60's?-- and couldn't be simpler. A brick square with three rooms plus a galley kitchen and bath. I've enjoyed the few features it has like a large pantry and good alignment with the sun (lots of sunlight despite few windows) but it is basically plain. Still, I'll miss the ugly brown carpets and robin's egg blue walls, the memories we've made here.
This is the first house Alan and I lived in as married people. Our worst fights and most tender times happened here. Lucy was born in this house as well, her first moments spent staring at the sand painted ceilings of our bedroom.
The house we are moving into is nearly twice the size, new, neat, nice. I am excited to live in a place that doesn't have the smell of a dozen other people rising up from the carpet on hot afternoons (ick). And with mounting student debt and years of school left, this may be the last time for a long time we have the opportunity to live in a new and spacious (affordable) place.
I will miss our little home nestled between the cows and hay just the same. It is the 12th house I've called home but will certainly stand out as one of the most memorable.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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Sounds like a lovely way to remember your old place and bring in the new. Moving can be nostalgic and sad while also being invigorating. Good luck and here's to new memories in a great new place. Love and hugs. m
You certainly do have alot of memories in that home. I remember the first time I saw it, not long after you'd moved in, I cried because I realized it was YOUR home. Your very first with your new family and it made me so happy. But I know this new place will be wonderful and full of many more happy memories!
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