Little house, I’ve lived in you for over five years. But tomorrow, I’m going away to live with the boy I love.
You took good care of me. Much better care than I took of you, I’m sure. Within your walls I’ve read a hundred books, cried a thousand tears, drank probably as many bottles of wine, and eaten countless meals—mostly good, but some bad. Here, I learned to cultivate my own ingredients. I formed what are probably my greatest, most valuable life-long habits: Growing my own food, and cooking it.
Here I limped home after my first ever yoga class, and repeated the process hundreds of times over. On many summer nights I’ve rolled up to your brick-red steps on my bike, arriving joyfully through a haze of perhaps one too many beers with friends at the Rose and Crown. Or wine at Gravity. Or who knows what, at who knows who’s house.
Here I lived a proper single girl’s life, sharing my bed with a few who probably weren’t worthy, and one who certainly was. Here I lived when my father died. When my grandfather died. When the painful end of a painful years-long relationship finally came, long (LONG) overdue. You comforted me through all this, and more.
You were home to Bowie, too. A special, death-defying cat with the loving personality of a borderline violent schizophrenic who I adore anyway, and am dragging along with me on my journey, whether he likes it or not (he doesn’t like it).
My new home is bigger and newer than you. The windows don’t operate on ropes, and there’s no 1920′s charm to speak of. Never again will I feel the whole house jolt when the washer switches cycles, or the pipes burst open at the command of the sprinkler timer. My mother isn’t down the street, and my best friends aren’t a hop, skip, or jump away.
But it’s where my chickens live. It’s where Zoe the dog lives. It’s where love lives.
So here I go. I’ll miss you, but I won’t mourn you. You helped me grow, learn, and live, and I can only hope that your next roommates will appreciate you as much as I do. I’m so grateful that I’m not sure how I can repay you. Since you’re a house.