I bought the place new in 1988 and it suited me perfectly. Of course, being new, it had raw dirt for a back yard, no window coverings, etc. A brand new, empty home which I filled with furniture and book cases and love over the years. I put a lot of time and effort into the patio, and every visitor and neighbor praised it’s design and beauty.
Five years ago after we got married, we moved into my place, sold hers, paid off the small remaining mortgage and squeezed two households into the 990 square foot, two bedroom, two bath place, the two of us plus my two cats and her three. It’s been tight quarters for the past half decade and we certainly appreciate our new larger home here in the Oregon!
It was my first new home, my first owned home of any kind, and I got pretty attached to it, but it’s sold now, someone else can enjoy it and we have a wonderful place in which we’re getting settled, slowly, and every day is an adventure here, finding things, both in boxes and around town, discovering the weather and moods of sky, forest, animals.
I may miss a few things about the old place, like having those tender warm-climate plants, but mostly I’m happy to here, not there. I wouldn’t want to go back and live there again. Right now, though, I sure do miss those built-in book cases.
So a new year is about to begin, and with it we shed our past home and focus on our new life here in the beautiful pacific northwest. I’m grinning.