This morning I woke up so sore I could hardly lift my old body out of bed. I swear, I’m well on my way to getting arthritis. Yes, in my ripe old age of 23 (almost 24). I tell Jared that one day, when we’re oh, not-so-old, he’ll have to carry me everywhere we go. I really mean it.
I spent six hours scrubbing the East Dunn house last night. I mean ceiling-to-floor scrubbing. We’re preparing to put it on the market and our tenants agreed to let me come in and invade their living space. Don’t get me wrong, they are pretty clean (for college guys), but it took some serious elbow-grease. And I mean the down-on-your-hands-and-knees type. I enjoyed it. I miss that place. That home. The wood floors. That oh-so-beautiful fireplace and mantle. I miss us there, the way we were. Younger. Different. We put so much of ourselves into that home. It was ours. And last night, I hauled over some of my things from here to stage it for our realtor. I made it mine (somewhat) again. It felt good.
I spent six hours scrubbing the East Dunn house last night. I mean ceiling-to-floor scrubbing. We’re preparing to put it on the market and our tenants agreed to let me come in and invade their living space. Don’t get me wrong, they are pretty clean (for college guys), but it took some serious elbow-grease. And I mean the down-on-your-hands-and-knees type. I enjoyed it. I miss that place. That home. The wood floors. That oh-so-beautiful fireplace and mantle. I miss us there, the way we were. Younger. Different. We put so much of ourselves into that home. It was ours. And last night, I hauled over some of my things from here to stage it for our realtor. I made it mine (somewhat) again. It felt good.
Christmas 2007 at the Dunn house
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