Changing pads

We’re moving soon. No we aren’t relocating to another state or country although I’d love to throw a dart at a map and load up the truck. I told my wife this idea and threw in “best two or out of three” options just in case the dart landed on Kansas or Ohio. No brainer, I’d drop it all for Colorado, Utah, Arizona or Oregon.

None of this is happening

Yet

We have a daughter in her sophomore year in high school. Our lives for the next two years will be centered around her stability of friends and school. After that who knows? Don’t get be wrong I love Greenville it’s my hometown. It’s not what it used to be. It’s tiring living in a city that’s trying its damndest to be something that it’s not. The charm has left the room.

I’ve lived here long enough to say that.

No we’ll be moving somewhere within our daughter’s school district for the next two or three years.

Brief summary of our housing the last 16 years- we lived in San Souci for 11 after rapidly relocating from a 900 sq ft loft condo on Church once we became a family of three. The home was never home although it was meant to be our family house for good.

Bad energy, bad memories along with some wild home maintenance issues for 11 years accumulated into a demon infested home with some real bad juju. Demons mostly being mine.

We moved out after my parting with my old company. We needed a new venue to shake off the old mess of things. I carried my demons with me into this home for the first 6 months or so but I righted the ship over time. I had a lot of help.

We’ve been renting this little house for five years. I don’t mind renting especially when at the time we had no idea where things were going to go for just about anything in our life. Something breaks one phone call and it’s fixed. We went from 4bd 3ba to a 2bd 1 bath. Quite the jump. 2600 sq ft to 1000 if the windows are open. We discarded a lot of shit. We are about to do it again.

We received a call from our landlord that they were selling the house. The landlord sounded a little upset I guess they enjoyed having us as a tenant for the last 5 years. It’ll be 5 years on the nose February 1st.

My wife was hesitant in telling me and I get it I’m a comfort zone person. As much as I like new things I’m slow to change big things and it throws me off for a bit. You absorb energy from your surroundings and it gives back.

Im attached to this little home.

But

At the same time I looked at my wife and said “you know what? I think it’s time to move.”

“We’re at the end of a cycle. 5 years. In those five years I’ve sobered up, we acclimated to a slower lifestyle, we’ve defeated demons and shedded some old toxic routines”

This little home on Hillcrest was a sanctuary for healing and peace. It harmonized with a tired family, a family that needed a slower pace. Lick our wounds, sit in stillness and repair.

It did what was intended.

The next move will not be the finale by any means but I see it as the launch. Being comfortable for the last 5 years, we need a small push into the right direction. The next home will be a lobby, waiting room, the place before you board the train or flight. It will feel temporary for a couple of years. Temporary may be the wrong term. We will be in queue for a bit.

A healthy one nonetheless.

I like this little home, my feet are resting on my coffee table I bought from a yard sale 13 years ago. A solid Crate and Barrel chest that’s held my feet up a thousand times plus. Put a side by side Chad next to each other. The one from Tindal rd (San Souci) to the guy sitting here now.

Jekyll say hello to Hyde. We made our peace awhile back. I only keep Hyde around for emergencies.

What will I become next? Or is the transition done? Is there anymore cocooning? Probably. I still feel like I’m downloading Chad 5.0

My only need for next home is a place I can store my camping gear and maybe an extra bathroom. Gas oven would be ideal but I’m not the chef snob I once was.

And then what? I don’t know man and honestly I’m not even thinking about it. My life has worked out a lot better for me when I stopped looking ahead and started looking around. I know it’ll involve chickens, a goat or two and maybe an alpaca. Enough property that if someone wants to pull up and camp have at it.

A creek would be nice.

It’s not the plot of land that’s important only the plot of life.

Cheers


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