Lament for a house

Three and one half years ago, my husband bought us a house at an “Undisclosed location”.
Sure it was a weekend get away and I did manage to have an actual week off there last year, but it was cozy, it was comfortable and the back room was bright.It was a good spot to spend a third of our week at, which we seemed to do year round.

We had to get serious, as when my husband sold our house in Philly, we were turning our minds to retirement living, We decided we needed a rancher.Not that this old house isn’t, but, we wanted a house to live the rest of our days out in.

This weekend, the demolition crew comes in and knocks it down.Fortunately I will be up here with the fur girls, as we need the air and to be away from all of that. Plus, if I was there, I’d be a little teary-eyed, so better I keep the memories I have of the house with me.

In a previous blog post I wrote about loss in my life, well, here’s another chunk. People say “how exciting”…it’s not for me.I never asked for much and what I had I was always comfortable with. We’ll see what happens.This picture I have attached really doesn’t do the house justice, but at least it gives you an idea of what it looks like.

R.I.P to my cozy,sunny spot.

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thereisnosanityclause

Sixty year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

2 thoughts on “Lament for a house”

  1. There are so many sources of unacknowledged loss (technically called “disenfranchised grief”). People can even minimize the loss of a poet, let alone a house. But a house has so many memories attached to it, and it symbolizes the loss of community you will also have to endure. Writing about it is a great step. Sincerely, Karen

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