We erected the “Coming Soon” in our front yard. Actually, Jon and the neighbor, Dave, ambushed me with it after I ran to the store and returned to see it firmly planted in our yard. I felt queasy. Maria jumped out of the car and rushed to it.
“Mom, can we move to our new house now?” Yeah, she is quite the sentimental one.
Maria and Mario are both ready to pack up and move. I wonder if they will feel nostalgic about this house. I wonder if they will miss their rooms, the bathtub, the kitchen? I have been thinking about what I will miss the most.
1. The confined space. As crazy as that sounds, there is a part of me that likes our small house. It is easy to clean! It is easy to call for one another on different floors. And it keeps us close.
2. Our patio. I love our patio in the back with the magnolia tree and the spruce trees. I have a lot of memories of the kids playing in the hose out there or swimming in their old plastic pool or pooping (Maria!) and peeing (Mario!).
3. Maria’s room. Meg and dad painted her room for us when she was still in my belly. They put such love in their work and created a tender light purple and green bedroom for Maria’s entrance into this world. I remember all the nights I sat in her room with her, rocking her in the chair, walking with her, feeding her, reading her stories. I love the feel I have in that room.
4. Our dining room. I love the brick red color of it and the memories I have of the Thanksgiving dinners and the birthday parties. The kids have had all of their birthdays celebrated in that dining room and both smeared cake all over their faces on their 1st birthdays in that room (probably still have remnants on the baseboards).
5. Mario’s room. We always complained about Mario’s room because it was so small but do love Mario’s room even though we have always complained about how small it was because it was where my little man slept since he was born and where I walked with him nearly every night to get him to fall asleep.
6. The neighborhood. We have the best neighbors. Doris and Kim have been our neighbors since we moved into the house in 2000. They take such good care of us, and have been a godsend with letting Cy out when we go out of town. The kids adore them, and they shower them with treats and love. The other neighbors have children close to Maria’s and Mario’s ages and I will miss not having them around to play. Two little girls love Mario and Maria and they call their names all of the time. As one neighbor put it “Maria and Mario are the rock stars of the neighborhood!”
But, as much as I will miss it, Jon and I are ready. We are excited about the new adventure that awaits us in the Glenn Avenue house. The beauty of the new house is that Jon and I both really love it and are both able to picture ourselves and the kids in it for a long time. The excitement continues to hit us at odd moments and it continues to build up in us to the point that we drive by the new house and just admire it at random times (e.g., after a DQ run last night). It is a quiet street with mature trees and gorgeous, unique homes. It will be a good nesting place.
In the meantime, we can’t focus too much on it because we are in the midst of a major clean-up of our current house. The attic and basement have become storage sites for not only ten years worth of things collected but for all of the random things we had collected pre-Mary and Jon world. Boxes and boxes of trinkets, toys, clothes, books, paperwork that we really never needed when we moved into the house or after. We woke up this morning sans children (thanks to Patty and Joe who took them off of our hands last night through tomorrow) and started up the process at 10 am (after a 10 mile run by me and a coffee trip by Jon). By 3 pm, we had cleaned out the attic to the point that you could actually see the floors and the window in the front of the room. Jon purged eight giant black hefty bags worth of folders and materials. He gave a bunch of old clothes to Goodwill. We had boxes of books and tvs and printers for Goodwill. We treated ourselves to Skyline Chili in the midst of it all (probably a bad move in retrospect as we both were fighting some stomach reflux when we started back up!).
We are looking forward to the basement clean-up tonight (ha ha). We figure if worse comes to worse and the Glenn Ave. house falls through, we at least have accomplished a major clean-up. But all will go as planned, and we will soon find ourself sitting in the bay window looking out on Glenn Avenue excited to create more memories in our new home.