Looks like we are moving!!!
We recieve a bid yesterday on myhouse and we took it. I signed the multitude of papers and just a few weeks MY PLACE will be someone elses. Interestingly enough it is a single Mom of two daughters buying it.
How appropriate is that.
I probably shouldnt be happy she is alone with two girls but I must say the karma in this home is magical.
It is decorated all girly and warm. Cozy for a young mom and girls.
I have had some amazing times here. Some really hard ones as well. But I can tell you I will always look back on these past 11 years with warm happy memories.
I spoke to Tim yesterday and told him the news. He cried. Seems weird I know but there is a sense of loss with the sale of the place. I know I could never go back to that life with him nor would I really want to. But there is always a sense of..... What Was.
My girls grew up here pretty much. First boyfriends, lost teeth, pets, new schools, broken hearts, new loves, Christmas's with their Dad, Amy, ANdy, and most of all */+.
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LOP*/HN47U-[he Christmas's with just the three of us.
I am sounding really melancholy I know the sale is bittersweet. I cant wait to move into our new home and start our new life with Jack in his new home. He wont remember being here and I am ok with that.
This home as ramshackled and cold drafty, was mine. The girls and I got through the best and the worst of times here and for that ... I am so grateful.
Today is Tuesday... I wake up in the morning and I think "today is my Susan day!"
Sue F. is my friend. She has been my friend since a chilly day on the smoking patio in High School. I am really dating myself by admitting that we had a smoking patio in our HS. The teachers and students used to hang out together and share cigarettes, stories and laughs. I guess I didnt realize how progressive we were until I mmet with other kids in college that couldnt grasp the concept of hanging out with their teachers from HS. I remember having class outside in the grass. Being the area I grew up in was a shall I say "well off" We enjoyed the latest newest learning concepts with the youngest hippest teachers when possible. Very collegiate approach. Attend dont attend they didnt care. If you were smart and could do well that was the objective, youd get a c. Attend participate, do the assignment fail them get an A.
I took classes like existentialism, Modernism in politics., Anthropology, Theology, (in public school)
Very progressive,.\
Anyway. I sat there on the patio smoking my Parliament light 100's wearing an argyle sweater and clogs corduroys. This girl on the other end hangs with few people but looks like pocahontas. Fringed leather boots and coat, tight jeans, t shirt. Beaded purse with fringes. And the longest thickest black hair I had ever seen. Very mysterious this native american girl sitting there smoking alone. I approached her and said something only a teenage angst girl would say that she and I only know about.
Ill finsih in a bit
How appropriate is that.
I probably shouldnt be happy she is alone with two girls but I must say the karma in this home is magical.
It is decorated all girly and warm. Cozy for a young mom and girls.
I have had some amazing times here. Some really hard ones as well. But I can tell you I will always look back on these past 11 years with warm happy memories.
I spoke to Tim yesterday and told him the news. He cried. Seems weird I know but there is a sense of loss with the sale of the place. I know I could never go back to that life with him nor would I really want to. But there is always a sense of..... What Was.
My girls grew up here pretty much. First boyfriends, lost teeth, pets, new schools, broken hearts, new loves, Christmas's with their Dad, Amy, ANdy, and most of all */+.
0O*/+
LOP*/HN47U-[he Christmas's with just the three of us.
I am sounding really melancholy I know the sale is bittersweet. I cant wait to move into our new home and start our new life with Jack in his new home. He wont remember being here and I am ok with that.
This home as ramshackled and cold drafty, was mine. The girls and I got through the best and the worst of times here and for that ... I am so grateful.
Today is Tuesday... I wake up in the morning and I think "today is my Susan day!"
Sue F. is my friend. She has been my friend since a chilly day on the smoking patio in High School. I am really dating myself by admitting that we had a smoking patio in our HS. The teachers and students used to hang out together and share cigarettes, stories and laughs. I guess I didnt realize how progressive we were until I mmet with other kids in college that couldnt grasp the concept of hanging out with their teachers from HS. I remember having class outside in the grass. Being the area I grew up in was a shall I say "well off" We enjoyed the latest newest learning concepts with the youngest hippest teachers when possible. Very collegiate approach. Attend dont attend they didnt care. If you were smart and could do well that was the objective, youd get a c. Attend participate, do the assignment fail them get an A.
I took classes like existentialism, Modernism in politics., Anthropology, Theology, (in public school)
Very progressive,.\
Anyway. I sat there on the patio smoking my Parliament light 100's wearing an argyle sweater and clogs corduroys. This girl on the other end hangs with few people but looks like pocahontas. Fringed leather boots and coat, tight jeans, t shirt. Beaded purse with fringes. And the longest thickest black hair I had ever seen. Very mysterious this native american girl sitting there smoking alone. I approached her and said something only a teenage angst girl would say that she and I only know about.
Ill finsih in a bit
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