So much of what passes through here is about transitions, the journey of life from one stage into another…looking back….looking ahead.
With that in mind, I sold my folks ‘old house’ less than a year ago. It had become a hoarding house, but I must say the front was always maintained with some degree of love and dignity.
To test several old adages, the old house has recently challenged me thusly: ‘you can never go back’ & ‘to each their own’. The photographs speak of transitions and challenge me to move on. I look upon it now as a mix of bittersweetness, agitation, humor and catalyst.
The old house as it was 10 months ago at the time of sale.
The old house two months ago.
The old house, this morning, with the addition of new trim on around the windows and the railing.
The homes in this neighborhood are neat and relaxed. No one is pretentious, nor pinched in their attitudes. Yet this progression, even for Portlandia, flies in the face of my sense of neighborliness.
Yes, I am challenged on so many levels to turn away, to move on, to do the mental calculations that affirm this is none of my business, ‘to each their own’. Did I say there was humor in my considerations?
