I recently asked my dad, "how many times I have moved in my life?"
We started counting.
1 apartment here, 2 there, 3 houses on the same street in that place,
4, 5, 6, 7...keep counting...
and finally we reached it...
25 houses in 27 years.
Now I get it. This is why I am jealous of people that get angry with their parents when their old bedroom is turned into a gym AND why I always get frustrated when I have to play that game where you find out what your "stripper name" is. The one where you have to take the name of your first pet and street name. I can't remember.
I'm sick of moving.
It's my fault, even after I left the final house I shared with my parents, I kept moving (almost yearly) to a new apartment, a new borough, a new town.
and finally I found a place I loved.
One Mikey and I filled with memories
and yet we are moving again.
This time so that we can progress, save money, live out our dreams and hopefully have a place that in 20 years, I will be able to remember what street it is on.
But one thing I know I won't forget...
the place we called "our first home"
3 comments:
MOVING: one of the perks of having "hippy gypsy" parents... :-)
i will never forget your first home... your first chandelier... beer pong in your backyard... hunting for fireflies in your frontyard... hushing the kids 100 zillion times so that we wouldn't disturb the neighbors...
i love you. so very proud.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
I remember how often you used to move, however, I was envious of you! Always a new bedroom, fun hiding places, steep stairs, cool bunkbeds, fun basements, oh the memories I have of all the places you lived! They are special memories I will never forget! I hope your future brings you all the happiness and love you deserve!
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