Home Sweet Home 

The cool, crisp September breeze drifts gently across the yard as I watch small water oak leaves swirl to the ground.  The trees softly sway their branches overhead as acorns smack the ground.  The squirrels bark and chase each other around the tree trunks and across the highways of branches.  Yes, this is my home.  It's been my home for six years.  It's so hard to believe now we'll be leaving it.  There are so many memories here.  Good ones, bad ones, even boring ones...

It's funny to think back on when we first bought the house.  We were so excited to have a house of our own, even though it was 46 years old and badly needed an upgrade.  It was a lot of work, but everyone pitched in to help:  my dad, Walter's dad, some friends, nieces, nephews, and other family members.  We were proud of our accomplishments, even despite our disasters.  Like when the water was turned on and we didn't realize the old existing water heater was disconnected and it flooded the kitchen and the living room.  What a surprise we found when we went to visit our new home late that night!  It ruined the old, army green living room carpet and the kitchen linoleum, but it was no great loss since we were planning to replace them anyway!  Thankfully, most of the water went down the floor furnace and ended up under the house.  We persevered, though, and remodeled the kitchen, putting in new cabinets, counters, a sink, a new stove, and new linoleum.  The house was re-plumbed, re-wired, a new toilet and sink was put in the bathroom, as well as adding a shower to the bathtub.  We painted walls, stippled ceilings, put down new living room carpet, and put attic stairs in the hallway.  We moved lots of hand-me-down furniture in and we were all set.  An old house had turned into our new home.

And then, everyday life set in.  Working, coming home and making dinner, doing laundry, and yard work on the weekends.  Picnics on the Fourth of July, yard raking in the fall, carving pumpkins and serving candy to neighborhood kids at Halloween, Thanksgiving with the family, and Christmas, with the house all decorated up.  The arrival of a stray cat, and the subsequent birth of kittens, raising and giving away the cats, and keeping a couple for ourselves.  Introducing a dog to the yard, having a nephew live with us, as well as a brother and later on, a mother-in-law.  Camping or fishing in the mountains, cruising back roads on the motorcycle, going to a few concerts, and grilling out in the backyard.  Hurricane Opal wreaking havoc in our yard, as well as scaring me to death while I was alone in the house with our nephew.  Going out to eat around town, going to yard sales, taking strolls at night up and down the street.  Sitting in the living room playing checkers by candlelight in the midst of a snowstorm-induced power outage.  So many memories.

When you first move away from your parents, it's so hard to think of any place but your parents' house as "home".  It took me several years to replace "home" with "my parents' house" and to refer to our own house as "home".  And now that it's a part of me, I am leaving it for another place.  The birds chirp as I watch my dog pace back and forth.  My cat stretches lazily in the grass and drifts back to sleep.  The wind picks up again and I wonder what my new "home" might be like.


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Home Sweet Home 

The cool, crisp September breeze drifts gently across the yard as I watch small water oak leaves swirl to the ground.  The trees softly sway their branches overhead as acorns smack the ground.  The squirrels bark and chase each other around the tree trunks and across the highways of branches.  Yes, this is my home.  It's been my home for six years.  It's so hard to believe now we'll be leaving it.  There are so many memories here.  Good ones, bad ones, even boring ones...

It's funny to think back on when we first bought the house.  We were so excited to have a house of our own, even though it was 46 years old and badly needed an upgrade.  It was a lot of work, but everyone pitched in to help:  my dad, Walter's dad, some friends, nieces, nephews, and other family members.  We were proud of our accomplishments, even despite our disasters.  Like when the water was turned on and we didn't realize the old existing water heater was disconnected and it flooded the kitchen and the living room.  What a surprise we found when we went to visit our new home late that night!  It ruined the old, army green living room carpet and the kitchen linoleum, but it was no great loss since we were planning to replace them anyway!  Thankfully, most of the water went down the floor furnace and ended up under the house.  We persevered, though, and remodeled the kitchen, putting in new cabinets, counters, a sink, a new stove, and new linoleum.  The house was re-plumbed, re-wired, a new toilet and sink was put in the bathroom, as well as adding a shower to the bathtub.  We painted walls, stippled ceilings, put down new living room carpet, and put attic stairs in the hallway.  We moved lots of hand-me-down furniture in and we were all set.  An old house had turned into our new home.

And then, everyday life set in.  Working, coming home and making dinner, doing laundry, and yard work on the weekends.  Picnics on the Fourth of July, yard raking in the fall, carving pumpkins and serving candy to neighborhood kids at Halloween, Thanksgiving with the family, and Christmas, with the house all decorated up.  The arrival of a stray cat, and the subsequent birth of kittens, raising and giving away the cats, and keeping a couple for ourselves.  Introducing a dog to the yard, having a nephew live with us, as well as a brother and later on, a mother-in-law.  Camping or fishing in the mountains, cruising back roads on the motorcycle, going to a few concerts, and grilling out in the backyard.  Hurricane Opal wreaking havoc in our yard, as well as scaring me to death while I was alone in the house with our nephew.  Going out to eat around town, going to yard sales, taking strolls at night up and down the street.  Sitting in the living room playing checkers by candlelight in the midst of a snowstorm-induced power outage.  So many memories.

When you first move away from your parents, it's so hard to think of any place but your parents' house as "home".  It took me several years to replace "home" with "my parents' house" and to refer to our own house as "home".  And now that it's a part of me, I am leaving it for another place.  The birds chirp as I watch my dog pace back and forth.  My cat stretches lazily in the grass and drifts back to sleep.  The wind picks up again and I wonder what my new "home" might be like.


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