what an emotional day! my childhood home, in quiet little willis, michigan, has been sold. it's been on the market for quite some time, since my dad moved to ohio and remarried. the real estate market in michigan has been dismal, so i hadn't really thought about it much.
i'm pretty sentimental, and so i'm a little tear-y. i was always embarrassed of that little house. it's teeny-tiny, and on a dirt road. i remember not wanting to have other people know it was my house: kids from school that i wanted to think i was cool, boys i had crushes on...
but when i was a little girl, and my best friend was the boy across the street, the backyard was a source of pride. i had a sandbox the size of a living room, and we had an open area the size of a ball-field, behind which there were fruit trees.
my dad had a big garden, and i remember it was my job growing up to pick vegetables for dinner. green beans and corn are still my favorites, and marigolds and cosmos will always remind me of the garden, since my dad planted them around the perimeter.
there were tiger lilies growing by mailbox at the side of the road. we had one row of daffodils in front of the house, and another along the side hedge. the bulbs were from my dad's older brother, who died when i was in 5th grade.
the house itself had many more memories, but i can't crystallize them into sentences right now. i loved the built-in drawers in the wall of my bedroom, and the way our refrigerator was nestled into the wall. i was horrified at how dorky the '70s patterned carpet was, and the orange countertops in the kitchen -- which had a built-in oven!
my brother's bedroom was so small that my dad built a loft, and since we had one bathroom with a mirror above the sink, my brother would come into my room before bedtime to use my makeup mirror to floss. "FLOSS PARTY!" he would announce.
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i remember one day in college, when i found out that the power company had cut down a good portion of the branches on a majestic tree in our backyard. the tree had held our tire swing and treehouse. i felt robbed and betrayed.
i had much more emotional warning about tonight, but i'm much sadder. i have always been a bit of a sap, and i guess i should have known i'd be crying as i write this. i'm not embarrassed, though. i remember accompanying my friends erin & ian to their childhood home for their final visit, and it gives me great comfort right now to know that i'm not alone: the sadness i feel now is a measure of a happy childhood.