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Adieu, House
Sep. 24th, 2009 10:16 pmTomorrow at 8am the crew comes and takes all our furniture and boxes of possessions to the new house.
And with that I'll say goodbye to a house that's been very good to me. This place is the longest I've lived in any one residence as an adult, or if you don't really count the college years as living in my parents' house, the longest I've lived in any one residence ever.
It was five weeks short of seven years ago -- Halloween Day, 2002 -- that I arrived with my U-Haul van from Tacoma. Sadie and I had decided to separate a few months before, and when I told Gwen I was moving to Seattle like I'd originally intended back in 1990, she said "come live at my house!" I remember unpacking everything that day, taking a shower, putting on my Groucho Marx costume and heading out to Patrick's Blue House Halloween Party.
It's a very different home than it was in 2002. Jen has made what was pretty much a bachelor pad into a true home for us both. We have a daughter now, with all that means for baby gear and rearranging of rooms. And Gwen moved to Germany and now her brother Tommy lives downstairs.
In a few weeks, Steph and Dmitri and their children will be moving in, and they'll make the place into their home. It'll never be the same as it's been, but that's just the way of houses -- they reflect their current residents, but like colored glass in a mirror maintain their intrinsic character.
I'm looking forward to making our new house into a home together with Jen and Thekla and whoever is the next addition, but for all it's missing conveniences and minor irritations I'll miss this place a lot. I'll always remember it as the place where good parties were had, where good friends were made, and where in at least three different and successive ways I've made my life over again for the better.
And with that I'll say goodbye to a house that's been very good to me. This place is the longest I've lived in any one residence as an adult, or if you don't really count the college years as living in my parents' house, the longest I've lived in any one residence ever.
It was five weeks short of seven years ago -- Halloween Day, 2002 -- that I arrived with my U-Haul van from Tacoma. Sadie and I had decided to separate a few months before, and when I told Gwen I was moving to Seattle like I'd originally intended back in 1990, she said "come live at my house!" I remember unpacking everything that day, taking a shower, putting on my Groucho Marx costume and heading out to Patrick's Blue House Halloween Party.
It's a very different home than it was in 2002. Jen has made what was pretty much a bachelor pad into a true home for us both. We have a daughter now, with all that means for baby gear and rearranging of rooms. And Gwen moved to Germany and now her brother Tommy lives downstairs.
In a few weeks, Steph and Dmitri and their children will be moving in, and they'll make the place into their home. It'll never be the same as it's been, but that's just the way of houses -- they reflect their current residents, but like colored glass in a mirror maintain their intrinsic character.
I'm looking forward to making our new house into a home together with Jen and Thekla and whoever is the next addition, but for all it's missing conveniences and minor irritations I'll miss this place a lot. I'll always remember it as the place where good parties were had, where good friends were made, and where in at least three different and successive ways I've made my life over again for the better.
