On Thursday, I turn 31 years old. And there have been numerous changes in the past few months that have left me wondering, "Really?! Is this my life? This isn't what I expected." My notions of what my life would look like at almost-31 are being dismantled. My dad is engaged. To a woman I've never met. And they bought a house.....Excuse me, a McMansion.
So on Tuesday, November 3rd, I head home to St. Louis for a week to start going through my house, the house that I came home from the hospital to when I was born. The home that is the container for the majority of my memories of my mom. The building that represented stability in my life. Though I experienced incredible joy and excruciating pain within those walls, those walls always stood on Braumton Ct., and it was always home. The same green carpet downstairs, wood paneling in the family room. Big trees outside that you could stand under when it rained and not get wet.
This blog will recount the process of dismantling my childhood home and (hopefully) building a new life. You can expect a lot of emotional musings, some humor, and (again, hopefully) some insights into the process of love and loss.
Whoa. It has been a long time since we have caught up. I'm glad that I was able to see the house on Braumton at least once.
ReplyDeleteI totally understand this post. 2 years ago they tore down the Manchester house I grew up in for a Cosco. I went there and the owners let me take anything I wanted. We took so much stuff it was amazing. Bookcases that held my Mom's Bibles, lights that were over our table growing up, and even plants that my mom planted in the yard. I love having that stuff! The owners were so awesome and were happy that I was taking the stuff instead of it just going to waste. You will always have the memories. I hate to tell you that even after 8 years...you still dream about your mom and your old home! I find those dreams some of the best! Kara Seifert Siebe
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