This is my last post...
from my old home. I'm surrounded by boxes and crates, most of which aren't going with us tomorrow. We will come back and get it when we move to the townhome.

As I sit here, I find myself feeling incredibly sentimental. This is the house that I lived in til I was two...and then again when I graduated from college and Taylor was 2. Lou carried me over the threshold in the kitchen. We started our lives here, and when things went to hell in North Carolina, and we came back to West Virginia, we started to pick up the pieces here.

And now I am leaving it all behind. The notches on the door frame where we measured Taylor's hieght. The crayon "portrait" Taylor created on the wall (that is now hidden by the grandfather clock) that I could never bring myself to paint over. The scratches on the kitchen door that my sweet Fireball made when I didn't move fast enough to let him outside.

I could go on and on...

This house has been both my refuge and the bane of my existance. But no matter how I have felt about it, it has always been home, and I will miss it.

I'll miss the morning sun streaming through the kitchen curtains as I fix my morning coffee.

I'll miss the familar sound of Taylor bounding down the steps, the second from the top and next to last steps giving that familiar (squeak/creak).

I'll miss my lilac bush and the aroma that wafted through my living room every spring morning.

I'll miss the birchwood kitchen cabinets that were hand-crafted by a cabinet maker when my mother was pregnant with me.

I'll miss my front porch, with it's gourgeous view of the Ohio River, and the side yard where I spent hours watching deer, racoons, squirrels and other furry woodland creatures play.

I'll miss the Christmases, Thanksgivings, and Birthday celebrations we had here. I'll miss the euchre games, the D&D marathons, and the Axis and Allies game wars. Most of all, I'll miss the feeling I got when I walked through the door to my littel cottage house, tucked into the hillside in the state that I love.

This house isn't just a dwelling -- it's a part of me, and I know that a part of me will always be with it.

Okay, I'm done whining. The next time we chat, I will be in my new home, starting my new life and making new memories. May I cherish the new ones as much as the old.
- posted by Kim @ 11:09 PM