Today I signed the final papers to sell my Katy home. Terry and I bought this house in 1994, right before Zachary was to start kindergarten. At the time, there were lots of kids to play with in the cul-de-sac. This was to be our started house, until we could afford something bigger. We spent the last 11 years of our marriage in this home.
This is the place that Zac and Gracie learned to ride their bikes. This is the place where Zachary lost his tooth when he crashed his scooter while trying to show off for the neighbors. This is the yard that Zachary planted his very own Hibiscus plant and watched it flourish. This is the neighborhood where both Gracie and Zachary learned to drive.
The house is empty now. But, the memories still echo in my mind. I raised my children in this house. I learned to survive after being widowed in this house. Lassie, Aislyn, Maynard, PuP, Bulldozer, Crystal, Tiger & Charlie as well as numerous fish, hamsters & hermit crabs were loved and lived in this house with us.
We played. We laughed. We loved. We cried. We fought. And we loved some more in this house. This is no longer our home. It’s the house that we made into a home.
I will always have the memories to cherish. Thank you Munsey house.
When I was in a high school Home Economics class, I was frustrated by my inability to sew a perfectly straight hem on a summer top. I had ripped out sections and resewn it over and over. I remember Mrs. Brown telling me that it was “straight enough for an active teenager.” So, I finally stopped trying. Whenever I wore that top, I would look at the bright green stitching and see the stops and starts of that hem. It was an example of my struggles to be perfect. As an adult, I worked in a building that had mirrored elevators. I never enjoyed those elevators. The light was harsh and the reflection never looked as good in those mirrors as in my home mirror. As a result, I tried not to look at the elevator reflection. I didn’t like it, so I ignored it and looked the other way.
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