We found this little house through word of mouth, after failing to find something we liked with a local realtor. It wasn't listed, but the owner had to sell it because there was a warrant out for her arrest (drug dealing). Beautiful, no?
We were ready for a change from our former life in Vegas. But I was not prepared for how much I would grow to love our little home, our small town, and our amazing friends. We had people in our lives that we could count on for anything, at any time of the day or night. I made friends and enjoyed Cookie Wednesdays, Book Club, and an adventure in the cupcake business. These dear people celebrated each new member we welcomed into our family, and cried with us during our most difficult times. We never, NEVER felt alone.
And then there were the house projects. This was the second home we had owned, but our first one had been a new build, so we truly discovered the meaning of "fixer-upper" in Globe. Our first project was the flooring; I was 9 months pregnant and tearing up old linoleum the day before I went into labor. That was only the beginning. We painted every possible surface, and I refinished the fireplace. We replaced doors, windows, siding, trim, the hot-water heater, a toilet, a tub, the kitchen sink and counters. We remodeled the kitchen cabinets. We planted a garden, some grass, and fruit trees. We truly made it our own.
It was surreal. Even as I packed I didn't really believe we were moving. So much of what was important to me seemed to reside in that little house, in that little town. I don't know why, but I kept thinking about a line from The Grapes of Wrath as the Joad family prepares to leave the only home they've ever known, with room in the truck for only the essentials. "How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?" Of course, we didn't have to leave behind our photographs or other precious memorabilia. But in leaving that house I felt like I was leaving behind a huge part of my past. A period of time when I experienced so much joy, sadness, and personal growth. A home where my children learned to walk. The only home they've ever known.
So when we finally drove away, with the moving van following behind, I shouldn't have been surprised that I started to cry. I mean, really cry. I had been so busy trying to keep the kids' spirits up, getting them excited so they wouldn't be too sad when we moved. I hadn't realized that I would be more emotional than them in the end.
Goodbye, Globe. I can't possibly thank you enough.
2/16/13
***An extra special thank-you to all our friends who came to help us pack our moving truck, which was way too small. We couldn't have made it without the Burks loaning us their trailer, or Paul, who loaded up his own truck with our stuff, followed us to the valley, and helped us unload.
***An extra special thank-you to all our friends who came to help us pack our moving truck, which was way too small. We couldn't have made it without the Burks loaning us their trailer, or Paul, who loaded up his own truck with our stuff, followed us to the valley, and helped us unload.
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