"For Sale" on Maylong Dr
"Home is where the heart is."
That couldn't be a more accurate statement.
Although I have moved away from Rochester and more importantly Maylong Drive, my heart ever since the day I left on January 3rd, 2004 at like 6 in the morning has faithfully still been there. That place I ever so affectionately refer to as home. That place where I was brought home from the hospital......the first and last baby girl to be born to the family. I took my first steps in that house. I grew up in that house. I met my best friend across the street, on Maylong.
I swung on the swing-set in the backyard......climbed the huge tree (be4 my dad had it cut down because if lightning hit that sucker it would have demolished our house).....played hid-and-go-seek with all the kids in the neighborhood.....played kickball in the cul-de-sac (circle to the laymen).....got stung by bees....swam in the pool countless summers and attempted to learn how to dive (my dad was a good diving teacher I swear I'm just more of a belly flop type gal I guess).....football in the snow in the front yard (I was more like a tackling dummy rather than an actual player)....."King on the Mountain" on the snow mounds at the end of our driveway.....shoveling that darn driveway (I managed to get out of shoveling a lot with my cute cunning ways tho :)......Decorating the house at Christmas, Easter, Valentine's Day, St. Patty's Day.....who am I kidding my mom decorates for Spring....yep folks who knew Spring was worthy of decorations (Fall too!).....I could go on and on about what went down in that house growing up but ultimately what makes that house and all the memories inside it so special are the fact that no one else knows about them but my family and I.
The "For Sale" sign went up about a month ago around Easter time. My aunt sent me a picture of it via our cell phones. I'll admit a tear rolled down my cheek.
How will anyone possibly appreciate that house as much as I have? As much as my family has?? The whole neighborhood for that matter. I'll be heading home in July for a week and that's when I'll be saying my good-byes to 77 Maylong. I know people and their families move all the time and it's just a natural part of life.....but I've never done it before. I mean yes of course I moved to SC but that house.....that home of mine was always there. Yes of course I'll have a brand new house to come home to at Christmas time and the people inside will still be there and will still be the same......but.......somehow it just won't ever be the same.
Oh Beth.....silly Beth.....grow up....move on....make new memories....is anyone saying that right now reading this?? Life is all about closing chapters once they've been read and starting new ones....eventually finishing the book and sparking interest in another. I know......I do. But who said that was easy?
Oh Beth....silly Beth....it's just a house.....you'll have a brand new one built in time for you to come home to in December.....is anyone saying that right now reading this?? You're right......it is just a house because of course it's the people and events that took place inside that house that made it a home......you are right. But who said it was easy to say good-bye to the place that made it all possible?
Maybe I'll do something to the house in July to make it much less attractive to potential buyers.....you know like when the Brady kids created this elaborate scheme to make the house seem haunted so their parents wouldn't sell on an episode of the Brady Bunch......don't say that sounds immature either.....guaranteed my two older brothers would so be in on this scheme with me if I thought of a good enough one!
Oh well.....I'm just wishful thinking.....gosh darn life gettin' in the way of everything.
That couldn't be a more accurate statement.
Although I have moved away from Rochester and more importantly Maylong Drive, my heart ever since the day I left on January 3rd, 2004 at like 6 in the morning has faithfully still been there. That place I ever so affectionately refer to as home. That place where I was brought home from the hospital......the first and last baby girl to be born to the family. I took my first steps in that house. I grew up in that house. I met my best friend across the street, on Maylong.
I swung on the swing-set in the backyard......climbed the huge tree (be4 my dad had it cut down because if lightning hit that sucker it would have demolished our house).....played hid-and-go-seek with all the kids in the neighborhood.....played kickball in the cul-de-sac (circle to the laymen).....got stung by bees....swam in the pool countless summers and attempted to learn how to dive (my dad was a good diving teacher I swear I'm just more of a belly flop type gal I guess).....football in the snow in the front yard (I was more like a tackling dummy rather than an actual player)....."King on the Mountain" on the snow mounds at the end of our driveway.....shoveling that darn driveway (I managed to get out of shoveling a lot with my cute cunning ways tho :)......Decorating the house at Christmas, Easter, Valentine's Day, St. Patty's Day.....who am I kidding my mom decorates for Spring....yep folks who knew Spring was worthy of decorations (Fall too!).....I could go on and on about what went down in that house growing up but ultimately what makes that house and all the memories inside it so special are the fact that no one else knows about them but my family and I.
The "For Sale" sign went up about a month ago around Easter time. My aunt sent me a picture of it via our cell phones. I'll admit a tear rolled down my cheek.
How will anyone possibly appreciate that house as much as I have? As much as my family has?? The whole neighborhood for that matter. I'll be heading home in July for a week and that's when I'll be saying my good-byes to 77 Maylong. I know people and their families move all the time and it's just a natural part of life.....but I've never done it before. I mean yes of course I moved to SC but that house.....that home of mine was always there. Yes of course I'll have a brand new house to come home to at Christmas time and the people inside will still be there and will still be the same......but.......somehow it just won't ever be the same.
Oh Beth.....silly Beth.....grow up....move on....make new memories....is anyone saying that right now reading this?? Life is all about closing chapters once they've been read and starting new ones....eventually finishing the book and sparking interest in another. I know......I do. But who said that was easy?
Oh Beth....silly Beth....it's just a house.....you'll have a brand new one built in time for you to come home to in December.....is anyone saying that right now reading this?? You're right......it is just a house because of course it's the people and events that took place inside that house that made it a home......you are right. But who said it was easy to say good-bye to the place that made it all possible?
Maybe I'll do something to the house in July to make it much less attractive to potential buyers.....you know like when the Brady kids created this elaborate scheme to make the house seem haunted so their parents wouldn't sell on an episode of the Brady Bunch......don't say that sounds immature either.....guaranteed my two older brothers would so be in on this scheme with me if I thought of a good enough one!
Oh well.....I'm just wishful thinking.....gosh darn life gettin' in the way of everything.
posted by Beth @ Wednesday, May 17, 2006
2 Comments:
At Wednesday, May 17, 2006,
S. K. L. said…
Because alot of things in my life "might" happen or "should" happen, but then don't, its hard for me to believe that anyting actually DOES ever happen. So maybe that's why I haven't talked about it too much, or thought about it too much, or maybe becuase it will be weird and sad. Just think, if our parents raised us where they want to move to, I would have never been friends with Dan Lennox or Gill. Rode my bike to Bones' or Pincelli's, or all of Greece for that matter. You were a good tackling dummy, I tell you, you did getting tackled perfectly.
"But who said it was easy to say good-bye to the place that made it all possible?"
We would have made friends in other houses. But you are right, that house, our home, was as much a character in our lives as any friend or family member. At least Gramps and AC still live on Gillette. And I know you read this AC so, don't ever move!!!!
At Sunday, May 28, 2006,
Anonymous said…
As one of the perpetrators of this dastardly deed of selling the family home, do not think it is easy for us to leave all the memories behind either. The excitement of a brand new place with all its conviences does not diminish the sadness we feel at leaving cherished neighbors and ,yes, these scarred walls, marred floors (if they could only talk!)But like most of life, it's a mixed bag. None of us know all the directions a simple decision will determine for us but we make them anyway, trusting that our instincts will not lead us astray. I'm glad you and Sean feel this way about 77. For 27 years it's been HOME for all of us. Now it's time to make some new memories in our new home!
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