Monday, August 29, 2011
Change is Good Right?
While I'm waiting for the synopsis and query's to roll in I thought I'd post about something that have been on my mind lately. Change.
Change can be exciting and scary. Why? For me it is the unknown. How can you possible know what is lurking around the next corner? Even if it is something that you have strived for, how can you know it is going to be better or worse? Maybe it's neither? Maybe it's just different.
Different is what is happening in my life right now. It's not good, it's not bad, it's just different. You see my Dad is in the process of rebuilding his home. Now what you have to understand is this is my childhood home that I grew up in. The reason the house is being rebuilt is my father is getting older, oh, he's still young now, but we are thinking down the road a bit. You see, I live two hours away in Rhode Island, my sister lives a good forty five minutes away in New York. Basically we wanted someone to be there for him if he needed it. The obvious choice was my sister since she lives in the same state and is forty five minutes away compared to my two hours. So she is moving him with her family.
They are getting close to being able to finish the inside in the next few months. They are supposed to be moving in by the end of October. Believe it not, but that is not to far away. I know I know.
My husband and I drove down with the kids on the 18th of August. We went to the Bronx Zoo, and had a great time. I'm always amazed at how large (250 acres) and well maintained it is. We saw the seals, the bears, the tigers, the birds, the monkeys, everything. We walked all 250 acres of that zoo. We got there when it opened at 10am, and left after closing 5pm. Then we took the short drive on the sprain brook to my father house.
As we pulled up the street I saw the house in the distance and the tears started to come. It was beautiful, it was horrible. It was different. It was no longer my childhood house. My son asked me if I was okay, why was I crying. My husband brushed it off and told the boys mommy was just a little emotional right now. He knew to leave me alone and I would be fine once the initial shock was over.
I walked up the driveway and decided there was no way I could go inside. I saw my sister walk inside, but I wasn't ready to see her. I wasn't ready to see anyone, especially the house. So I walked outside the house to the backyard. The backyard was gone. Not that it had a big yard in the first place. They extended the house so what yard there was is now even smaller.
I finally got myself to walk into the house. I was okay at this point. I said hello to my sister and my nieces, six and three. They are so cute and so excited about their new house and to be living with Grandpa. I was given the tour of the house by my sister, then my Dad. I told them honestly I was upset that my bedroom was gone. It took some getting used to. But it had to be done, and I was the one who encouraged them to do it.
The house looks great and when it is finished it is going to be gorgeous! I hope they spend many years to come in it. I'm so envious, but I also know that my time will come. After all, she got the house in New York, but I have the cabin on the pond! I'll keep the pond.
Posted by Cynthia