Well, this is it.
The final night in my home. It seems like forever since I wrote this post on how we were about to lose our house. Six months ago. Pretty much the amount of time we expected to be here before the bank stepped in and said "enough is enough".
During this time, we had a glimmer of hope. A gentleman *cough/sputter* who lived across the street, expressed that he had a brother who would be interested in buying the home. Better still, he would buy it and allow us to stay on as tenants. Wow. Really?
No. Not really. There was no "brother". It was a ruse to bring our guard down, let him swoop in, buy the house on a short sale and then, give us a week to move out. A week. 3 and a half years of my life in this house and I am supposed to pack it up in a week.
It is the morning we are set to move and there is still so much to be done. I feel like I am packing up a lifetime into 20 boxes. There are so many memories in this house. I remember walking in here. My eyes just lit up. It was the most beautiful home I had ever seen. And it was going to be ours. All ours. This is where the hotband and I would spend the rest of our lives. This is where my granddaughter came home to after she was born. She took her first steps here. Said her first word here. There's a spot on the wall where she picked up her first crayon and scribbled. I never had the heart to wash it off, because it was her first foray into the world of graffiti. Only a grandmother could take pride in something like that.
Since then, we have found a new house. An even more beautiful home. Square footage is the same, but oh my, this one is exquisite. Gorgeous neighborhood. Two beautiful lakes as you come into the development. The house has impressive landscaping as you come up the slate gray brick walkway. The front door has two big heavy double doors. Wood with glass. The living room is sunken with hardwood floors. Cherry wood. My favorite. The kitchen is white, pretty, expansive and full of new appliances. Our bedroom is complete with a luxurious bathroom, full of dark wood cabinets. The bedrooms, one for my son and the other for our office are spacious with tons of closet space. The other bathroom has beautiful chrome faucets and a lovely bay window.
By all standards, it is an impressive house.
So why do I still feel so fucking miserable leaving this one. This one, with the stained carpet. This one, with the popcorn ceilings *tacky* that are peeling away from the wall. This one, with its hideous mauve dining room with a border that came straight out of St. Elmo's Fire. This one, with the ugly old laminate kitchen cabinets. Why would I be missing it so much?
It was home. It was where the dream began...and where it died.
Now we have this, the location where our lives will continue.
Hopefully, we will find the same happiness here as we did in our little house on the corner of Dundee Drive.
Goodbye, old house. You will be remembered fondly.