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Wednesday, April 27, 2005 ( 4/27/2005 01:01:00 PM ) DN A bit of paranoia We sold our home last month. We've lived in it for 13 years. Last night, as I was wading through Katie's room to begin helping her pack, she said, "Mom, you're talking about this yard sale like we're getting rid of everything." I wish. I'm not a packrat. I swear. In fact, I give things away pretty easily. Admire something of mine & I might give it to you. Ask for it & I probably will. I'll lend books to anyone, especially if they're Tom's books (Kidding, Tom!). My greatest weakness is paper disposal. Old mail, business documents, bills, empty checkbooks, school papers, scraps of paper with phone numbers, and year old liquor store reciepts. Oh, and every draft of every thing I've ever written. And my stuff will only fill a few boxes. Where did the rest come from? I haven't seen the new house since the second showing of it, and I really can't remember now: is there good storage in the kitchen? Is the linen closet upstairs big or small? Just how many toys and kid stuff can I get into the basement? Where will I keep the vacuum cleaner? Is the range really old & gross or just a little bit worn? Etc. What I really worry about is the neighborhood. We are moving only to get the children (& us) to a better area. Will it be worse in unimagined ways? Maybe we're moving next door to the neighborhood cranks. Maybe there's a glue sniffing 12 year old on the block waiting to meet Evan, or a redneck bitch like a certain neighbor from my childhood, waiting to bully and torment Katie. Or, maybe, all the women on the block will have advanced degrees, housekeepers, and be very thin. I'll curse the day I left my comfy old house. # |
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