my parents have sold their house.
i am thrilled for them.
i am not so thrilled about the four boxes of books i need to sort through, but i can manage that. no big deal.
charles was very tender when he heard the house was sold.
"oh tess," followed by a big hug.
one eyebrow went up quite high.
"what's up, charles?" i am not nearly as sentimental as my lovely husband is, and i sometimes need to get my queues from him as to how normal people are reacting to a situation.
"your house, your childhood.,.your HOUSE!"
oh right.
it's funny, our old house in edmonton, thinking about that house makes me sentimental. i loved living in edmonton, and ideally, we left there when i was just 10, right before hormones and all that sort of stuff kicked in.
but our old house in yellowknife,..right now i don't get sentimental realising it is no longer my parents'. i am relieved that they no longer have to shovel the driveway, water the lawns and walk up those icy steps. this is all good news.
i have been gone for so many years. i don't see it as my home, although i remember so many of its details so well.
i remember memories, events that happened in that house, and those make me smile a bit widely and blink very carefully, i remember reunions, parties, lessons learned, hours standing at the window waiting for people to appear over the crest of the road, i remember many things of that home.
i don't miss the house. i did love the home, though.
