What Is Up With The House??

When last we left our intrepid Geeez she was happily settled into her new apartment… Or so it may have seemed….  (insert scary music here)

For those of you who may not been along for the ride that was the last year let me summarize.  Last year at this time I had two living semi-healthy parents and I owned a house with my sister where she and I, our daughters and my grandson lived in part time harmony.  The house was cold in winter and a furnace in the summer.   This is relevant.

Fast forward just a tad to June of 2014:  the condensed version is that my parents were both hospitalized for poor health and just a few days after their 54th wedding anniversary (during which time they were 2 floors apart in said hospital) my mother passed away.  The next day my sister and I decided we couldn’t live in that house anymore and proceeded to put it on the market.  Next came 5 grueling months of caring for our rapidly declining father followed by his death in December.  

When it came time for us to decide how to settle their estate we were all adament that none of us wanted to live in their house.  It was THEIR house.  It was old.  It was old fashioned.  It felt like they were still there.  It was creepy.  Nope– we were all happy where we were living.  But I wasn’t.  I tried.  I really did.  I love the apt complex.  I love being able to make a call and have someone come fix my {fill in the blank}.  I love the AC and the heat that works.  I do not love the RV sized kitchen (so small that two people cannot pass by each other.  So small that you have to push up against the oven to open the dishwasher.  Not Joking) I do not love the stairs.  I do not love having toddler toy hell in the only living space.  In short— my apt was making me very depressed.   It was hard to come home after work.  It was in the midst of this depression that I was carefully going through my parents’ house;  sorting paperwork.  Splitting up valuables and sentimental items.  Putting aside things to sell etc…..  Meeting with our new realtors.  At this point I still didn’t have any desire to live there— until my daughter saw The Post in the patio.

I should have known it existed.  Maybe I forgot.  Maybe it was my mother’s special project between herself and her grandchildren.  But there it was: a post in the patio where my mother had documented the growth of all her grandchildren year by year.  Child by child.  Brandon (my firstborn) and the very top because he reached his full height first and because he is the tallest (so far).  Each written in pencil (PENCIL!!!) and dated in my mother’s flowery handwriting.  Lauren pointed it out to me and it stopped me cold in my tracks.  My heart hurt.  And the weight of what was happening settled on me as I realized that we were closing the door on a legacy of this family’s history.  And in that moment as that weight of sadness bore down on me, a tiny glimmer of an idea began to take hold.  

I prefer the word “Decisive” to “impulsive”.  I don’t think most people who know me would use the use “impulsive” to describe me.  I do tend to run things through my computer brain very quickly on occasion and decide on things.  This was one of those times.  On a friday at noon I checked one more time with my family and by 4:00 the house was off the market, I was setting up a contractor, I had started getting financing together and I was pining “Renovations” on my Pinterest account.

So this will be a fun ride for us to take together.  My financing is pretty much in place.  My contractor should be starting this week.  I have paint picked out and dozens of Pins on my Pinterest.  I picked out countertops and flooring and fixtures.  Sure, I have 5 months left on my lease, but….. heck, aren’t leases meant to be broken?

And the picture?  That is our Family Post wrapped in green bubble wrap to be protected until I can lacquer the recent past…. And start a side for the next generation.

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4 Comments on “What Is Up With The House??

  1. This is a beautiful part to our family’s story. I am very happy for you mom

    • Whoo hoo! What an exciting adventure! I’m happy you are keeping the house!

    • Whoo hoo! What an exciting adventure! I’m happy you are keeping the house!

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