that we moved out of (and into this one) a FULL YEAR AGO.
Today the deal closed and it is all over!
Talk about being house poor- what a relief!
But, this is more about the weird way it feels to have left the house that we lived in for over 16 years really and truly behind, as in, I will never set foot in it again.
All year, while it has been on the market, sitting empty, John has gone in several days a week on his way home from work to vacuum it or mow the lawn or bring another load of random, left-behind, stuff down here, but it has been several months since I have even been in our former city, never mind the house.
I never really bonded to that house the way I did to the Louisa Street house, that I spent 10 years in, more than 6 of these as a single parent. Already I feel at home more here, in our cozy "new" house after one year than I think I ever did there. Or maybe the word might be "safer"...
An awful lot happened there.....a lot of it not so great. Also, it became a very middle-aged house with middle-aged-house problems, on a MUCH busier street, as the city grew, during that time. And it grew too big for us, with all the kids gone now.
I see myself over the last 20 years as I drive those streets and some of it is painful and I am glad to come home to my "new" life, where some significant thing didn't happen nearly everywhere I look.....this is overstated, but it seemed that way today.
Life keeps flowing along like a river, and we are just swept along and then, later, on this particular day, I open the big city paper and there-in the Lives Lived column- is the dear sweet face of a friend-a 44 year old mom of a student of mine who died so tragically of cancer, leaving her two little kids behind, last September.
I used to drive by the Louisa Street house years after we moved to the G Street one, I think because my children were little there- grew up in that house- and I would wish with everything in me that it would be say, 10 years ago and I would go inside and my son would be there, in the kitchen, alive.
Everything seems to sad to bear sometimes.
Today the deal closed and it is all over!
Talk about being house poor- what a relief!
But, this is more about the weird way it feels to have left the house that we lived in for over 16 years really and truly behind, as in, I will never set foot in it again.
All year, while it has been on the market, sitting empty, John has gone in several days a week on his way home from work to vacuum it or mow the lawn or bring another load of random, left-behind, stuff down here, but it has been several months since I have even been in our former city, never mind the house.
I never really bonded to that house the way I did to the Louisa Street house, that I spent 10 years in, more than 6 of these as a single parent. Already I feel at home more here, in our cozy "new" house after one year than I think I ever did there. Or maybe the word might be "safer"...
An awful lot happened there.....a lot of it not so great. Also, it became a very middle-aged house with middle-aged-house problems, on a MUCH busier street, as the city grew, during that time. And it grew too big for us, with all the kids gone now.
I see myself over the last 20 years as I drive those streets and some of it is painful and I am glad to come home to my "new" life, where some significant thing didn't happen nearly everywhere I look.....this is overstated, but it seemed that way today.
Life keeps flowing along like a river, and we are just swept along and then, later, on this particular day, I open the big city paper and there-in the Lives Lived column- is the dear sweet face of a friend-a 44 year old mom of a student of mine who died so tragically of cancer, leaving her two little kids behind, last September.
I used to drive by the Louisa Street house years after we moved to the G Street one, I think because my children were little there- grew up in that house- and I would wish with everything in me that it would be say, 10 years ago and I would go inside and my son would be there, in the kitchen, alive.
Everything seems to sad to bear sometimes.
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