Sunday, November 8, 2020

housing memories

 Well, we closed on my dad's house.  I'm really glad to be rid of the thing.  One often has mixed feelings on selling houses. I had some good memories of the house I grew up in over in California, but that one's long gone.  My parents retired up in Prescott and lived there 20 years.  There were good times and some not-so-good. But my father only lived in Tucson a few years.  I don't really have much of a connection to the place.  As my father grew increasingly feeble, my brother and I had more and more work to keep up with it.  So. when we sold the place it was not somewhere I had much connection to--there were no Christmas trees with presents over them, no smiling dog looking out the window. It was just a house where dad sat around. So, I felt absolutely nothing the other day wen my brother and I were signing the papers at the title company.  

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