Posted by Shannon | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, October 22, 2008
It isn't that often that I get to go back home, but this weekend will be one of those occasions, one that comes with a little sadness too. We're going back "home" to help the in laws clear out the old homestead. They've retired and moved to Tennessee where they've bought a house and have been living for some time. In the Spring they finally put the house on the market after doing some painting and general sprucing up of the nearly 100 year old house and just last week they closed on the sale of the house and it's time to write the final chapter. We've been asked to come and help with a "house sale" to clear out any and all unwanted items that remain at the house and won't go to Tennessee or Cincinnati.
I grew up pretty much a vagabond and lived in too many towns and attended too many schools to mention, so I never knew a house as a "home" in the terms of bonding to particular structure. I'm somewhat vague in the etiquette when saying goodbye to a thirty year old friend who's been a shoulder to cry on and stable shelter to seek cover from in the worst of storms life can bring to bear.
So we go to say goodbye and prepare the house for the next leg in it's journey. May she keep the next occupants warm and safe for all the darkest of nights that may come their way.
I grew up pretty much a vagabond and lived in too many towns and attended too many schools to mention, so I never knew a house as a "home" in the terms of bonding to particular structure. I'm somewhat vague in the etiquette when saying goodbye to a thirty year old friend who's been a shoulder to cry on and stable shelter to seek cover from in the worst of storms life can bring to bear.
So we go to say goodbye and prepare the house for the next leg in it's journey. May she keep the next occupants warm and safe for all the darkest of nights that may come their way.
