Goodbye, House
Yesterday was happy/sad.
Happy/sad because we closed on the sale of the house we lived in for 28 years.
Where we raised our two girls and a few dogs along the way.
The kitchen in which I made approximately 2160 peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches for school lunches.
The scene of numerous taco nights with 14 teenagers around a table made for six.
My surprise 50th birthday party thrown by Sara Ann and her friends, with help from her older sister, when they made tacos for me.
A zillion sleepovers with screaming, giggling girls.
The dining room that sometimes became a sewing room, especially the week before Easter, when I stayed up until all hours finishing dresses.
A few weeks ago we cleaned out the last of our belongings from the house. We bought the house in Germantown, Tennessee, a suburb of Memphis, in September 1991, several days before our oldest daughter, Elizabeth’s third birthday. I was in the very early first trimester of my pregnancy with our youngest, Sara Ann.
It was a fixer-upper. We painted before we moved in, a teal color that was cool…
