With my trip home for my big sister’s baby shower came probably (hopefully) my last trip to my childhood home. My parent’s are moving on to the next step in their journey (more on this later) and it doesn’t involve the old homestead. All of us kids are super excited for them and are happy they can downsize.
People keep asking me if it’s sad to say goodbye to the home I lived in for ten years! (It’s funny because it doesn’t feel that long and at other times it feels longer) And I have to say it’s not as sad as I thought it’d be. Though it did strike me I’ll never travel to Paxton, IL. again. That my GPS will no longer recognize that as my home.
I’ll miss the dozen of different flowers, trumpet vine and crab apple trees. The grape vines, rose bushes and weeds my mom would let grow.
I’ll miss the room Tay and I shared that was in the shape of a glorified square donut. The dance parties we had to the Archies and that stupid pirate movie Jake, Tay and I spent hours filming.
I’ll miss playing Call of Duty (or as we called it “Shoot ‘em up”) in the living room after school with Jake and Tay. Especially Nazi Zombies. Back-to-back guys, shotguns ready!
Or the summers we spent in the backyard playing Star Trek on the trampoline, or Hotwheels, or Navy Seals in the blow-up pool. (Sorry for the water boarding Tay)
Tay and I were the head of the neighborhood boys, who would congregate at the Wood Park (which isn’t wood anymore) and would direct them in epic adventures to the Under World. Or the daily walks through town where Tay and I would talk about our latest story ideas and plots.
Yes, Paxton and that old, White House on the corner are tied to many memories, feelings, thoughts and dreams. I’ll miss that.
Lots of loves,
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