Even when I don't run, I sometimes run on Dunkin. |
Our old house is awesome and every time we set foot in it I feel a pang of nostalgia. It's the house we brought Little Miss home to for the first time. We had an addition put on to the back of the house in which my husband and his father built the kitchen with their bare hands. It's where the dogs were free to chase (and sometimes kill) squirrels in the back yard and we had a nice long hallway to make Nico slide down as he did his retarded sideways run after the red laser light.
I kan chaze lytes n' halp bild yer cabinetz? |
And how could I forget how much Little Miss loved rolling, then scooting, then crawling, the cruising around the house?
Yes, that's her (ca. 8 months) under her walker. |
Now, I can go back, clean, paint, do yard work (as in, hire a tree guy to keep my husband from climbing 25 feet to try to saw a dead branch off himself), and happily hand the keys over to our new renters. After all is said and done, I knew the house alone would not be what would keep us coming back to SC. Our family, for one, still live there, as well as several good friends. And then there's the food...
Lunch break today at Mekong Vietnamese. Greenville. Go There. |
G'Vegas, you'll always be a part of me, even if not a part of my mailing address.
Any homes from your past that hold a special place in your heart?
2 comments:
I refused to go to my mom's house for the end of the packing and movign things out. Because then it would've been real that she was selling it. It was where I lived with mom and my (step)dad, where I had a normal childhood. So it was hard to think that I didn't have my dad anymore, now I wasn't going to have my home anymore. I had the same feelings when we sold my grandmother's house, since I spent a majority of my summer vacations there. There was stomping feet and crying, even though I was over 20 in both cases.
I refused to go to my mom's house for the end of the packing and movign things out. Because then it would've been real that she was selling it. It was where I lived with mom and my (step)dad, where I had a normal childhood. So it was hard to think that I didn't have my dad anymore, now I wasn't going to have my home anymore. I had the same feelings when we sold my grandmother's house, since I spent a majority of my summer vacations there. There was stomping feet and crying, even though I was over 20 in both cases.
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