Muchachos.....I am gone until Thursday. My sisters and I will be helping our parents get ready for their big move. Wish me luck...they are moving out of the house I grew up in and I am not sure how I will feel once I see my old room...and start remembering all the good and bad that happened in that house.
Behave .......stay safe....
Over and Out!
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"The life given us by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal." -Cicero
Hope you don't get too upset when you see your old room Bread.
My parents still live in the house that I was brought up in, and will probably stay there for life now, they are both 74 years old.
But when they are gone, and my brother, my sisters and myself inherit it, it will be a hard thing to do when it comes to selling it, as it has so many memories. I might even consider buying it myself.
If we were to sell it though, I would find myself diverting so that I can drive past it on the way home from work sometimes, as I pass their road everyday on the way to and from work.
Hope it all goes well and good luck.
If you don't read this until after, then I hope it went well.
sorry Miss Bread, I sometime break back into ghetto speak. KNow what Iam saying yo? Your raise? that be your parents. Yo Yo
YO,YO, YO...I understood you. I lived in Houston for quite some time and learned a bit of that lingo.
We just helped my raise get ready for their move. My oldest sister was down there already and my other sister and I drove down to put some finishing touches on the prep stage. Not much had been done...well, not what we felt needed to be done before the move. Although we are all sisters, we do not think alike, by any means.
It was close to being in a nightmare.......my middle sister and I are very similar in our moving method in that we assess, determine sentimental value , if any....note the last time an object was used and either toss if its trash status or donate to charity. My mother is a pack-rat and always has been. My oldest sister is the same way times 2. Our mom is ready to just throw stuff away thats worthless or give away whats good. Our sister talked mom into keeping so much crap. We actually had to sneak and throw stuff away when they were not looking...AAAAAGGGHH!
In short, there were many stress-filled moments with the 3 of us yelling at one another....not violently, of course..just simple yelling. The middle sister is the cool one and yall know what a hot head I am......My oldest sister and I are very close, but have many differences and butt heads from time to time.
We were so busy organizing rooms for the packers to easily pack stuff......cleaning out stuff mom doesnt want packed and moved, etc, etc. She saved way to much because my sister wants to have a garage sale once they get moved to where they are going. My logic on that one is.....why move crap you eventually want to sell for 5 cents...please.....get rid of it. But nooooooooo.....there is still 2 closets filled with old prom dresses and dance costumes that wil be moved and stored for God knows how long until my parents find some new digs....then what...when will that crao get sold or sent to a consignment shop...NEVER.....
I was coming across a few memories here and there...I found an old clown doll..stuffed one. I am not a big clown admirer, but this one was cute. I felt a certain attachment to it. I wasnt sure whether to keep it or give it away. I asked my sister why I felt something was important about the clown and she told me I used to go everywhere with the thing when I was a little girl.....then I remembered my clown. We found funny pictures, great things we all drew, cards, letters, funny book reports....report cards....the works. I felt happy and frustrated most of the time ...and then it was time to go.
I walked out of my room and realized I had not taken my ballet posters down that have been on the wall since I was 12. I had my clown, my Shirley Temple doll and my tea set, but my posters were still there. My rocking chair was there.....the stuffed animals gone. I realized I had not taken any pictures.....so I took care of that outside. As I walked in the house, I heard my mom ask me if I was ready to go. I just hugged her and cried.
I was so busy getting things ready and I never spent a quiet moment in my old room and probably never will again. I did walk around the neighborhood and told my sister some of the funny and sneaky things I did in certain places...trees that I loved climbing were still there....I was the only one who grew up in that house....my siblings were in college or married by the time we moved there...so I am the only one along with my parents who have any attachment to the house. I would have bought it if I could.....
Thanks ...needed to get that out...
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"The life given us by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal." -Cicero
