Nostagia
This weekend Brianna has a soccer tournament in the old neighborhood...on the side of the cities that I lived in when I first moved out here. We got to the fields with plenty of time to spare so we drove around. I wanted to show Brianna the places I used to live........the house my aunt and uncle used to own, the apartment I shared with 4 other girls near the community college I attended, the first apartment Shawn and I shared. Things still looked pretty familiar. Not too much had changed. The bowling alley where we used to hang out was still there and so was the drycleaner that I worked at for a brief time.
It got me thinking. We have really been working hard to get this house on the market. It is taking longer than we thought with our full-time jobs, soccer, and just the sheer amount of work that needs to be done. Tons of painting. Replacement of a stove. Replacement of carpet. Replacement of the toliet and both sink fixtures. Replacement of curtains and MORE! But we are working it and it is going to happen. There is light at the end of this tunnel. This is really going to happen.
Besides my parents' home, this is the longest I have lived anywhere. I almost can't imagine living anywhere else. Sure there are a bunch of things that bug me about this house...but this is home. I am surprised that I am a little sad about leaving.
But maybe it is only because all the things that have bugged me about this house(except the lack of light and the garage on the front of the house) are being changed. I have always hated the carpet. It was bad from the beginning. Now I have wood laminate floor in the livingroom and the carpet in the bedrooms is being replaced next week. I have a nice front porch. The gutters are fixed. I got rid of that gross stove. My kitchen and living room are beautiful and I will miss our 3 season porch. I have figured out what kinds of plants work best in my garden. It is sad to leave my house just when I almost have it the way I want it.
Well, not sad enough to stay. There is nothing we can do for the lack of light(though the paint and laminate floors have worked wonders!) or lack of space. It's time to move on. Maybe in 5 or 10 or maybe even 2 years, we will drive by and say...Remember when we used to live there. We will look back on it fondly, but be happy to go to our (new) home.
It got me thinking. We have really been working hard to get this house on the market. It is taking longer than we thought with our full-time jobs, soccer, and just the sheer amount of work that needs to be done. Tons of painting. Replacement of a stove. Replacement of carpet. Replacement of the toliet and both sink fixtures. Replacement of curtains and MORE! But we are working it and it is going to happen. There is light at the end of this tunnel. This is really going to happen.
Besides my parents' home, this is the longest I have lived anywhere. I almost can't imagine living anywhere else. Sure there are a bunch of things that bug me about this house...but this is home. I am surprised that I am a little sad about leaving.
But maybe it is only because all the things that have bugged me about this house(except the lack of light and the garage on the front of the house) are being changed. I have always hated the carpet. It was bad from the beginning. Now I have wood laminate floor in the livingroom and the carpet in the bedrooms is being replaced next week. I have a nice front porch. The gutters are fixed. I got rid of that gross stove. My kitchen and living room are beautiful and I will miss our 3 season porch. I have figured out what kinds of plants work best in my garden. It is sad to leave my house just when I almost have it the way I want it.
Well, not sad enough to stay. There is nothing we can do for the lack of light(though the paint and laminate floors have worked wonders!) or lack of space. It's time to move on. Maybe in 5 or 10 or maybe even 2 years, we will drive by and say...Remember when we used to live there. We will look back on it fondly, but be happy to go to our (new) home.
posted by Renee @ 10:02 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home