Life moves on
So, over a month ago now, my mom moved up to Seattle. Today at noon, Mom's house should close and for the first time in over 32 years, that house will not be my "home"
Now, I haven't lived in that house in quite some time, but it has always been there as a base, as a sense of place for me. It will always be my childhood home, but now I can't go and see it.
Sunday, we went over and removed the last of the items that were still in the house. There was a couch, 2 tables, many chairs, and few sundries. The dining room table and 4 antique chairs are now in our house, everything else has a new home, or soon will have a new home. I spent a little time in the house walking around and experiencing it for the last time. I got to say goodbye to my house and my childhood which was very nice, but sad, nonetheless.
I had to go by yesterday to drop off the keys, but I didn't spend any time there and didn't want to do all that again. So I just ran in, dropped off the keys and left.
Now, I haven't lived in that house in quite some time, but it has always been there as a base, as a sense of place for me. It will always be my childhood home, but now I can't go and see it.
Sunday, we went over and removed the last of the items that were still in the house. There was a couch, 2 tables, many chairs, and few sundries. The dining room table and 4 antique chairs are now in our house, everything else has a new home, or soon will have a new home. I spent a little time in the house walking around and experiencing it for the last time. I got to say goodbye to my house and my childhood which was very nice, but sad, nonetheless.
I had to go by yesterday to drop off the keys, but I didn't spend any time there and didn't want to do all that again. So I just ran in, dropped off the keys and left.