Growing Up
I told him, I grew up in an old house …
she matter-of-fact, casually, no biggie commented while relaying a conversation with her landlord.
Boom. Done. I Get It. with older houses, comes stuff
& I smile every time I recall Daughter’s words.
Yep. Yep.
This place we call home has definitely had stuff.
Enter the wannabes wanting to hunker within:
mouse
snake
raccoon
squirrel
wasp
worm
bee
spider
deer
fox
coyote
bat
cricket
rabbit
skunk
toad
opossum
bird
groundhog
or the variety of creaks and cracks and this and that’s and professionally accomplished or DIY duct-taped projects we’ve endured. Back in the day, I’m 100% certain I wasn’t as generous with my love and appreciation for these falling apart episodes in life, but the older I get … oh, the older I get …
Year after year, Christmas after Christmas, birthday after birthday, glad times, sad, dear and constant, this dwelling has been.
It’s home.
A happy, happy home.
So why am I going all mushy-mushy on this bright, beautiful, brand-new today ?? ’cause having moved to this hub in 1985, at the wide-eyed age of 26 …
seems, I grew up in an old house too.
YaY.
🙂