As a child of divorce, I had 2 Childhood homes. I moved away from both of them when I moved to Calgary. It wasn’t sad because I knew I would be back to visit. Then, my mom sold her house. The closing date? A few weeks after my wedding. So the very last time I was in my mom’s house was the night of my wedding for a few hours before we left for our honeymoon. I definitely cried my eyes out the entire way to Mexico on the happiest day of my life. Ya, so many emotions. But I still had my dad’s house.
Until last month. My dad and step-mom decided to retire early and move to a tropical location so they listed my last childhood home and it sold. The closing date? 2 weeks after our visit there this past May. On one hand I was happy to be able to be there one last time before it stopped being ours. On the other hand, I was a blubbering mess when we left, which probably wouldn’t have happened if I had said good-bye virtually.
I know it’s just a house, but this house was kinda perfect. It had a big bright front room that was perfect for deep conversations and reading. In fact, we used to all sit in this room in silence reading and drinking tea (or wine) for entire days. While wearing flannel PJ pants and sharing blankets. That’s where we would watch storms and listen to the rain. That’s where we were together most. My dad, my step mom, my brother, my step sister and even John. Those are my favourite memories.
It also had a sweet backyard with a huge deck, a hot tub, sound system and a fire pit. Picnic table, Muskoka chairs, Lounge chairs or just a pillow on the deck. You choose, but you’ll be happy either way. This is the deck I once dropped my diamond necklace from John, only to watch it fall through the cracks never to be seen again… I cried that he would never give me an engagement ring if I couldn’t even keep track of my necklace! So my Step-mom tried to un screw the deck boards but ended up having to cut through them to retrieve it for me. We kept it a secret for YEARS.
We had the TV in the basement living room. Many a night was spent cuddled under the couch blankets watching horror movies with my step sister, or pride and prejudice type movies with my step-mom. Lots of ice cream was eaten. More tea was drank. There was a full dining room table and chairs in a book nook down there. I spend hours doing homework and studying there, while my dad watched sports games on the TV. I loved it as background noise, and in University I would turn the TV in my room on to hockey to help me study.
I just loved that house. I don’t have one bad memory there. Only great ones. And I’m sure I will make great ones at my dad’s new house. These ones will involve a pool and tropical things. Maybe a little less cuddling with blankets. Maybe a little more wine.