The New House

Well it was bound to happen at some point. We knew that the trailer wasn’t gonna work forever, as Ike continues to grow (despite the coffee, cigarettes, and cheep booze we ply him with). This weekend, Sweetie and I found ourselves a new home. Though the idea of packing up the singlewide makes both of our stomach’s hurt, this ball is rolling and it’s not stopping until April 1st, or there abouts. We’re pulling up roots and moving on down the road.

I don’t exactly know what that means to this web site—how that’s gonna change stuff. Of course it means that the updates will be fewer for the next six weeks or so. At least until things get a bit more settled and maybe some of the boxes have been unpacked.

I will miss the park. I will miss living next to Dewy and Ham, and Heather and Earl. We will still be friends, in that way neighbors are friends, but of course we’ll be loosing the “neighbor” moniker, leaving what we are to each other, somewhat more in limbo.

I will miss the trees. I will miss the birch trees that sing me to sleep in the summer, and standing on a bed of cherry blossoms the first weeks of may. I’ll miss the stand of cedars that line the road at the bottom of the hill where the road turns--those I’ll miss the most.

We’ll have a yard, with a lawn and a patio with an outdoor fireplace. We’ll have a two-car garage and easy access into and out of the house. The floors are smooth and Ike glides through the house like he’s skating on ice.

Though it has a dodgy hot tub in the back, it has a hot tub and the home has lots of room to expand. It’s within walking distance of neighborhood shops and restaurants. Sitting on a large lot, under the shadows of hi-voltage power lines. It’s nice, and comfortable and I have no doubt it’ll make me feel like I’m home when we move in.

I tell you what we’ll do.

We’ll be having a house warming party and you’ll all be invited so that we can sit around the outdoor fireplace on our patio, talking about life and laughing at who and where we are. I’ll glance across our group of friends and find your eyes and we’ll look at each other in a way that says, “Oh shit, how the hell did we ever end up here?”

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