Cancer stole from me, my one and only sister in December 1999. She left me a few dollars and thanks to that money, I bought my first house in August 2001. I had never owned anything before; always rented property. This house was the biggest thing I’d ever done. Over the years it has seen birthdays and Christmases and graduations and weddings. I watched the tragedy of 9/11 from inside this house as well as the wars in the Middle East. This house has brought me and my family safety and stability.
Every weekend warrior project was practiced on these walls, floors and lawn. This house has been painted, plastered, stained, sanded, bleached, scraped, carpeted, tiled, grouted, glued, spackled and landscaped. The roof has leaked, squirrels became squatters in the chimney, woodpeckers drilled holes in the wood siding, the back deck nearly rotted clean off, every light fixture and floor covering had to be changed and the kitchen became my arch nemesis.
Dogs, cats, birds and pigs have lived in this house. My husband and I realized that we were best friends in this house. Naive children grew up into wonderful adults in this house. And in this house:
Garage bands ignited
Hooter’s Girls delighted
Thank you house! I have loved every aggravating and magical moment living here. I can only hope your next family will have as many happy memories. I am very sad to say it; Goodbye.