I've
written many posts about this house, mostly about our difficulty in
leaving it. This is the story about how I acquired it.
I
bought my house in the city when I was 25. I was between marriages,
though I didn't know that at the time, and was back living with my
parents. I was jobless due to the fact that I had quit my job to move
out on some land in east Texas with my now ex-husband in some sort of
half hearted attempt to rekindle my affection for the rat bastard.
It
didn't work.
So
here I was at 24, back in the city, back in the house of my parents
that I had married the rat bastard for in the first place to escape.
And although they didn't hassle me about going out and finding work
and my own place or maybe even going back to school and actually
getting the art degree I had started on, I really wanted out again.
They didn't keep their disapproval of my lifestyle secret.
They
did allow me the space to figure out what I wanted to do though and
for that I am grateful.
By
the time I had got the idea to see if I could buy a house instead of
renting an apartment, my most likely future abode, I had started my
fledgling etched glass business and was even making a little money.
I
don't remember how the idea of buying a house came up, if it was some
cock-eyed thought of mine or came from a friend or my parents, I
can't say, but my parents supported the idea. A friend of the family
in real estate found half a dozen or so little cottages in the run
down Heights area that I had selected to live in based totally on a
regret mused by a friend of mine at the time who had bought a place
in a different neighborhood. It turned out to be one of those
serendipitous utterances that had a major impact on my life, much
like the one that sent me on my career path.
I
had a budget of $15,000 in mind, which at the time was a huge amount
to me, a scary amount, and we looked at 3 or 4 run down cottages and
then we looked at this house. It was beautiful, beautifully kept with
10' ceilings and hardwood floors and wood frame double hung windows
with a pattern of diamonds across the top and a porch and deep eaves,
nearly a hundred years old, but I liked that. The owner was firm on
the price, $19,000. But this was the house. This one. I could live
here and work here.
If
you have ever bought a house, you know what a sobering experience
that is. My father agreed to co-sign the Fannie Mae note which is a
good thing because I'm sure they would not have given me the time of
day otherwise. Being a young, female, self employed artist was as
good as being unemployed as far as they were concerned. Hell, I
couldn't even get a credit card.
And
so that is how I got my house. This house was my home for 35 years
and our shop is still there. Over half of my life was spent in this
house. It was my own safe place, Marc and I got married in the living
room, we worked hard and built up our etched glass studio there, we
raised our kids and pampered our grandkids in it. And though we moved
from it, it has never really stopped being 'the' house and in a deep
sense, home even though we like living out here in the country very
much and we like this little house we are in.
The
plan was to build a shop out here and move the business but we have
not been able to, so far, get that done.
Our
son and daughter-in-law have been living in the city house for the
past nearly two years, taking care of minor repairs and, most
importantly, occupying the place, breathing a little life back into
it. We have our little apartment in the back corner and we seem to
have settled in to returning to the city when we have fabrication to
do.
We've always known we would sell the place eventually, but that's always been 'down
the road'.
Only,
maybe the road is shorter than we thought.
oh, i can feel the anxiety of letting go of it and can totally understand why you'd feel that way. what a sweet place it has been for you for a long time.
ReplyDeleteI was divorced at 26, but I found myself in a crappy one bedroom apartment next to an airport.
ReplyDeleteI understand completely. When it comes time to move from this house where I live now I am going to be in horrible grief. I have been happier here, and more at home than any place I've ever lived.
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Even though I don't understand home owning, I would hate to see you let your house go. Just cause you've had it for so long maybe but probably cause it sounds like such a big part of you.
ReplyDeleteOh I feel for you. I totally understand the anguish of giving up a place you've lived and loved in. Along the way, it becomes an essential part of who you are. Times change.. this too will be right if and when it happens.
ReplyDeleteI've never lived more than 10 years in any one house so have never become emotionally attached to any one place in particular - apart from my Grans house ... and when I visited that the other year (over 25 years after she had died) I felt sad - the place had changed beyond recognition.
ReplyDeleteNow *I'M* feeling anxious about the house! I'm so glad you have your country place to help soften the blow once you finally sell the city place...
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