Old House Sadness

When I look around at the mess that our old house becomes, I try not to be sad.  It’s odd to think that six months ago, we had no idea that we’d be moving.  I didn’t know that last Christmas was the last one with the aluminum tree centered in the front window. That was also the first Christmas that we did large light outlining the front of the house and it looked great.

I’m crying now.

This house has meant so much to me.  It’s been the place where Tammy and I “grew up” together.  We got better jobs and weather good times and bad while learning to be a real married couple.  This house held the first “wine tasting” party, a nearly epic event with friends and family.

I can’t hold on to everything in my life forever.  This house has been a physical and mental stabilizer for me for so long that leaving it sometimes scares me.  I know that it’s the right thing to do and I know I’ll love the other house, but for now, this old friend doesn’t want to leave my heart.

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Author: warwick

I'm a network architect in Springfield, MO. I like clever uses of technology whether it's in a data center or the kitchen of my house.