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Friday, October 12, 2012


Living in Model Home

Living in a Model Home


This place is no longer our home.  It’s not the place where our kids grew up.  It’s not the place where we celebrated many, many of life’s major events in our family’s existence.  It just isn’t.


Everything is gorgeous.  Everything is pristine.  Everything looks as if I’m waiting for HGTV to come in and say-“You too can have a home like this.”, while taking a multitude of pictures and videotape to put on-line in their “how to get this look” section.


But what it isn’t is a home.  My home.


It’s hard to feel the same about this structure that I once never wanted to leave.  That I thought I’d be watching our grandkids coming to visit in and grow up around.  The kitchen I just wanted to enjoy and cook elaborate meals for everyone to savor.


The bathrooms I worked so long and hard to make my own and show my style and think “spa hour” for me, now have me thinking-“If I use the whirlpool, how hard will it be for me to not only get out one-handed, but scrub it clean before I leave for the next viewing?”


My precious hand-scraped new wood floors that had me living in a nearby Residence Inn for 3 weeks will soon belong to someone else.  Not for me to enjoy past the close of escrow.


The yard my kids ran around in and shot hoops around will be someone else’s to take care of throughout the local water shortages.  Our family run day care and pre-school that was a major part of over 150 kids’ lives-all part of a past that will be but a memory.  The slope that we dug a hole in and planted a pretend crypt for our cat Snowy’s toys will be lost to us physically, in a matter of weeks.


Our shepherd Lucky and our lab mix Sunshine-will their spirits stay here-or will they find us in New River, Arizona?  Will we find it harder to remember all their wonderful traits if we can’t look out into the yard they so lovingly protected?


Our children came here just as they turned 5 and 7.  I still think of their bedrooms as spots I love to be in. The chapter books I acted out and read to them until they were almost 11-most kids would have not wanted this to continue so long-but it was as fun for them as it was for me.


This is the home where my husband almost died, this is the home where we had the honor of getting to know and live with our “adopted” son and daughter (Alex and Samantha), and this is the home we were thrilled to come back to no matter where we went for vacations.


Today, as I sit in my office-what I feel is a wish for it to hopefully become someone else’s.  My favorite pictures are packed and have been replaced with floral arrangements, big baskets and empty space.  I feel as if I’m intruding when I go to cook myself some dinner and I’m tired of sleeping in a room that has only my clothes in the closet.


I’m finally more than ready to let go.   This house is no longer mine and I really want to go home.

Carine - what a beautiful story! I remember when you were making all of those improvements - it feels like yesterday. My first sad reaction about you moving was that you were going to have to leave Orange County. A house is a house, I thought, but then I realized I still long for our Vegas home and we only lived there for 4 years. That's the last place we all lived as a family - hubby, me, and our 3 little kitties. It had become home for all of us. Such memories we have of that time. And now Buddy is gone and we no longer live in that house. So you really grabbed my heart with this post. But I am happy that you're now ready to move on - that is such a gift! Hugs!!!
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thank you Kathy-lots of tears as I wrote it. inspection was today. all in all-it went well.never knew-but the 1/2 wall that follows the staircase into the upstairs hall is 2" short.

Home is where the heart is and yours will be with your dear husband and children, grandchildren in Arizona.
New memories will be made to be cherished just like the ones you will remember from CA. Best wishes on your move.
thank you karensue-will hold my breath for a bit more and will relax when the last "t's" are crossed and the last "i's" are dotted.
A sad story but an inspiring one too as we hope to move again come retirement. Then I'll remember the spookhouses in the basement, the pictures on the wall, the soccer games in the living room. It may end up being sadder for the kids than for us though. Like you, we'll be ready.
I still want to take my tub with me.
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