I woke up at 4 a.m. this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. The kids are with their dad in Tahoe; they should be getting back late tonight and I can’t wait. But it wasn’t missing the kids that made me lose my sleep. It’s the web of unfinished business I’m trying to untangle myself from. I know, life is unfinished business but I’ve got some serious inventory these days.
So by 6 a.m., I gave up on sleep and made a pot of coffee. I am happy to say that I’ve finally got a handle on my work, which is aaalllllllllll writing. And I realized there’s a very small piece of unfinished business I could take care of this morning. Your eyes might roll back in your head from boredom if you read the rest of this post but I don’t care.
Today, I am officially saying goodbye to House.
House, after eight years, you are the house I have lived in the longest. I get a little sentimental about you because you were where my daughters were babies. And there are some things I’m really going to miss about you. I like your windows and your needlessly tall ceilings. I like how you never got too warm inside, although you could be drafty and dank in winter. I think your paint job turned out very well.
You were high maintenance. You somehow broke a new washer and dryer, a new fridge, two new microwaves and a new dishwasher. You really had something against new appliances. And speaking of new, you also demanded that your entire exterior be replaced. I know the feeling but damn that was expensive, in more ways than one.
Good luck in your new life without me, House. I can’t say I’m going to miss the hours and hours of cleaning. In fact, you really helped me gain a new appreciation for small spaces, which brings me to Apartment.
Hello, Apartment. I happen to believe that whatever you don’t value with your words, you lose. So, I will stop calling you Crappy Apartment. I don’t think I’ll call you Black Beauty like the kids named you either, because that doesn’t make sense. I’ll stick to Apartment for now.
Although you make me feel like I’m living on the set of My Name is Earl sometimes, I’m really starting to like you, Apartment. I like how the doors have codes, so I can’t lock myself out. I like how you’re blue and green, which are the exact colors I was considering for House. I like how you’re pretty quiet and you have a courtyard for the kids to play in. But most of all, I like your location. Not only are you close to House, a good first move for the kids’ sake, you are literally a block away from two grocery stores, my bank, the post office, and a gas station. I’m not loving that you’re next door to a Taco Bell but the kids are certainly enthused about that. Anyway, what I’m trying to say, Apartment, is that you’re convenient. And these days, convenience is more important than ever.
I’m going to be getting used to lots of things about you, like the narrow roads to and from my parking space. Every time we leave you now, the kids beg, “Mo-om, can you crash the car into the wall again? Like you did that one time?” They really do. So, I know it’s only a matter of time before I get a little sentimental about you too.
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