Ending of an Era
It was weird coming home Wednesday night after I told my dad we would have to move because we just couldn’t afford this place. He’s always had those little white-flame electric candles in the windows, including the ones in my room. Whenever I’d accidentally unplug them, he’d always have to make sure they were plugged back in so all the windows were lit.
But when I came home Wednesday night, they were all gone. That was the first thing he removed (we are going to be replacing them with solar lights at our new place), and it was like, the light inside the house dying. It was oddly symbolic to me, and rather sad.
Seeing all the pictures coming off the walls, the shelves being emptied, etc, makes everything seem so surreal. I haven’t lived here all my life, I did live with my mother throughout middle and high school, we did live in another house for a short stint in the 80’s, and I spent a good amount of time on my grandparents farm growing up. But we’ve been in this house in some shape or another since 1979. It’s the house I was born in and have grown used to over the years. We’ve developed a good relationship with our neighbors, our egg customers, etc. We’re the exact same distance westward to work as I am eastward to the Grove. We can still drive to Orrtanna in an hour to visit family.
Where ever we move is going to disrupt that balance. I will probably be further from the Grove by choice, because I drive to work everyday and to the Grove once a week.
But at the very least, wherever we end up will be ours. I called a place today that was for rent, a beautiful farm house in libertytown that would still be a perfect distance to work and the Grove. But they don’t allow cats. I didn’t even get to discussion about price or having a garden or keeping farm equipment there. I just can’t see throwing out my cat, even for something like this. It’s the very type of “restriction” that I’m trying to avoid by not renting. If we rented, we’d be full of all kinds of restrictions, and that’s no way to live the next several years.
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