We did it. Katy and I put in an offer to buy a condo...and it was accepted:) This has to be the 2nd most exciting and scary thing I've ever done. This is going to take some getting used to...its my last summer at the home I've grown up in since the age of 5. Holy shit!
What have I experienced in this house:
-every emotion someone could ever think of
-my first bike ride
-beng scared of monsters in the closet
-my first puppy
-late night movies
-eating fresh baked cookies from the oven
-producing my own closed circuit radio show
-guitar lessons
-movie nights
-renting a projector on my 6th birthday to watch buck rogers
-playing with remote control cars in the basement
-hours of late night study for high school/college/university
-sleepovers
-poker chip fights in the dark
-water gun afternoons
-my first business(lemonade stand)
-bike rides in the ravine trails
-snuggling with my parents on nights when dreams were bad
-making my own darkroom in the basement
-running through the sprinkler
-playing catch in the backyard with Mom
-singing when nobody was home
-opening presents at channukah
-shabat dinners
-passover seders
-tears and comfort after bullying
-caring hands after accidents
-arguements
-making up after arguments
-late night arrivals after parties
-a bed full of stuffed animals
-late nights watching lunar eclipses talking about life
-last minute trips to Canadas Wonderland
-cleaning snow after icestorms
-watching a transformer explode during a stormy night
-watching fireworks at richmond green and alexander mackenzie
-fear and trepidation on coming home to an unexpected open door
-the aftermath of a kitchen fire
-my first walk to school
-struggling to open the garage door
-hopping on a chair to reach the cupboards
-seeing life as someone very small
-experiencing my first taste of independance/trust
-playing with water
-fun in the bath
-staying the bath so long that I changed the water to make it warm again
-all seasons of star trek tng
-Nana
-my first trip on the bus alone
-the experience of coming home to find your Mom waiting for you on the stairs
-getting blocked into the basement by a bad neighbor
-sleeping in
-chicken pocks
-food poisoning and lying on the floor wretching
-games of hide and seek
-being carried to bed when I was very young
-dressing up for purim
-eating hamatashen
-coming home on sundays from hebrew school to bagels and cream cheese
-my first experience with hot peppers
-the taste of hot chololate on a cold day
-building snowmen in the front yard
-picking plums
-watching W.C. Fields reclining under a tree
-feeling sad that the mulberry tree was tied to a stake
-picking berries every summer from that very same tree
-playing with train sets in the basement
-the anticipation and wonder of watching logs burn in the fireplace
-channukah candles
I have only scratched the surface. There are so many memories here. I'm sad to go, but I'm happy to have a place that Katy and I can call our own. There are so many more memories to make. Its rather bitter sweet. There really is no going back. Sometimes I wish I could just be small again, when everything can be solved with cookies and hugs. So simple, but I have been given so many good memories, even if I could, would I truly want to lose them? I do know one thing, perhaps heaven for me would be to have the power to live each of my favourite moments as if it were the first time.
The future is a little scary, but full of joy and reward tinged with bit of sorrow. So much joy from this place will be tinged with a sorrow for having to leave. The sorrow for having to leave will be drowned by the promise of joys to come in a new life that will bring with it a new family. One that will repeat that same sorrows and joys, and so many more that I will never have suspected. In a little over a month my home will be with my love by rules we will create as we move along. I'm a lucky man. Life is good:)
