I love the song 'Home', Michael Buble. Here's the music if you want to open a new window and have something to listen to while you read (sorry, I have no clue how to embed this). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbSOLBMUvIE
It always makes me think of home...my growing up home (pic below I took in '72; there's a huge tree in the front yard now and the landscaping is all redone). OK, now I'm tearing up listening to it.
I'm leaving tomorrow...for my parents house in Ohio to help them get the house ready to sell. They've found a beautiful little retirement place just about 30 min. from where they live now and they put their down payment on a brand new condo (one of those with two homes stuck together) and they need to sell the home, so the house goes on the market May 1st.
It's going to be a bittersweet move for all of us. I'm so happy that they've found a place they love and that they're doing this when they wanted to and not because they have to or someone needs care suddenly. My biggest fear was that one of them would have a fall or health problem and then they'd HAVE to move somewhere they didn't want to go, so this is a good thing.
The move is going to be a traumatic one though for all the family. We're all trying to be upbeat about it, but there's so many memories tied to that home. They've lived there for 43 years. The longest my family has been in one home, by a long shot is this one, almost 9 years now...we lived with my parents for a few months while our last house was been built, and got to live near them there for 5 years of our marriage. My kids are very tied to my parents home too...it's been the one lasting home they've known, since we've moved so much. There's something comforting about going home to a house that has stayed pretty much the same for almost 50 years.
We've moved 8 times since we've been married. It's never easy. You get tied to your friends, your home, and your memories there. I still have a hard time driving by any of our old homes...especially if they've changed something, or G*d help them, haven't kept it up (the gardener/home-improvement-amateur in me goes ballistic). I don't know what I expect…that it would suddenly get declared a 'National Monument' or a 'Historic Home' where no one could change a thing? I'm expecting a shrine to our happy lives there and instead I always see someone else's home and it makes me sad. I just avoid the 'drive by' anymore.
You've all seen pics of my home and my 'decorating' style with all our antiques and collections (my friends say I collect rust). Let's just say it's the opposite of Minimalist. Well take that times 5 and that's my parents house. They both gave me the antique and collecting gene and every nook and cranny is filled with collections in their house. So many things that have memories and sentiments tied to them.
Three of my siblings all live in the same town as my parents, so there will be lots of helping hands to get it ready. I was supposed to spend all next week there working with my fourth sibling/oldest sister who is driving in from Chicago (she's a teacher and it's her Spring Break). Well, my gallbladder put a wrench in those plans. The plan now is that I'll go tomorrow so I can be there to meet with the three Realtors were interviewing. We need a third party to make suggestions about how to pare down the furniture and stuff...it's easier to take from someone not related (trust me, I always want to think that everyone will appreciate my decorating style, but I've learned that in selling less is more and bland is best). After that we'll get busy ripping out the carpeting and cleaning up the hardwood floors throughout the house (they're already convinced on that one). I'm planning to come home Sunday for the surgery Monday and then go back over if I'm feeling up to it some time next week (I'll have DD drive me).
I'm taking my camera so I can get some pics, but things have already changed...the wallpaper is down...my old twin bed has already been taken out of the room I shared with my oldest sister for staging and things are being packed up as I type. Some changes are just hard. We're the sappiest, most sentimental, cry baby family you'll ever meet...we can get each other laughing or blubbering like fools at the drop of a hat. It's going to be rough...bring on the kleenex!
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I don't know if I'll be back on here as they don't have wireless, but I'll do what I can. I'm off to pack!
Now get yourselves over to Rebekah's blog and yell at her to get to the PCP as her BP today was lower than mine!!