We’re moving. Our landlord has decided to sell the house we’re in. Moving is a drag, but it will give us a chance to test-live Petaluma before plunking life’s savings into a house.
To keep the packing and moving crankies in check, I’ve taken to calling out the things I will not miss about this house.
So very cute from the street. But don’t get too close. If you do, you’ll see:
- The peeling paint
- The garage that my brother-in-law dubbed “The Hobo Shack”
- The long driveway. I have to back down it, then parallel-park against the house. The long driveway ends in bricks that are even more ramshackle than the Shack.
- The sloping floors
- The crooked windows
- The leaks in said crooked windows
- The leak in the roof
- The clawfoot tub and the magnets needed to hold the shower curtain in place
- The creepy Harry Potter’s closet
- The dishwasher and fridge
And I most certainly will not miss the squatters in the shack:
Last night, Derek walked up the garage stairs to the attic to get moving boxes. He asked me to shine the flashlight up there. I did. He asked me to get closer. In the dark with just a keychain flashlight, I came face to face with a rat. I screamed. After I realized he was dead, I was mad at Derek for not noticing and thus protecting me from the rat. But all that is mitigated, I guess, by the fact that today I climbed back up there to take photos of a dead rat. I tried to get the lighting right, until I started hearing – or imagining – noises. Then I scurried down faster than, well, a rat.
What WILL I miss about this house? Only a few things:
- The proximity to friends
- The fact that we spent our first years of marriage here
- The fruitful plum tree and the resulting plum wine
- The calla lilies
- The horsie-door at the front of the house. It’s cute! Even if it is, as one friend called it, a one-kick door. And even if we never had the key to the front door and always had to enter or leave through the back.
I know there will be things to love and hate about the new place. But I’m excited for our new adventure. Now, if only I could get the genies to come and magically pack all our boxes…