Thursday, May 1, 2008

Who says you can't go back?

My mom certainly doesn't think so. Since everyone was in RI for my uncle's funeral, my brothers took my mom to see our old house. The house she raised 6 kids in. And that's it up there. My mom managed to finagle her way into the house, which is great.

It's amazing what a difference it makes to have money to spend on making it nice! With six kids, that certainly wasn't the case. It used to be red, with grass wherever it was strong enough to survive six kids running around on. The right front room used to be our playroom - a complete mess but a wonderful idea for six kids. One of my brothers went flying through the glass once, leading to a trip to the hospital. My old bedroom is now a bathroom, in keeping with the national trend to have bathrooms you can live in. The kitchen is modernized and beautiful, much different than when we were growing up. Did anyone else have wall-to-wall carpet in their kitchen? The basement is the same though, and little do the current owners know that there are items/time capsules hidden in the walls. I remember well playing red light green light on the porch, running around in the downstairs, throwing water balloons out the upstairs windows to try and get my brothers, sitting on the stairs on Christmas day waiting for the photo to be taken so we could go look under the tree...

Apparently it's going to be up for sale, and the house next door just sold for an unbelievably low amount. I could almost afford to buy my childhood home! I wouldn't mind living in RI at all. Of course, I'd never get the salary I have now, and I wouldn't want to live in a 3 bedroom/huge bathroom house by myself. But the thought that I could afford my old home makes me feel like a grownup. I'll ponder today whether I like that feeling or not - I'm all alone at work and so can blast my music and take time to write blog posts like this. It's nice to think about the old home and all the wonderful memories associated with it.

9 comments:

Suzanne said...

I once lived in a 200 square foot apartment. Although the kitchen had no stove or oven, it did have wall-to-wall carpet.

NoRegrets said...

Oh my, I'm not sure that a 200 square foot space can be called an apartment! wow...

Trukindog said...

I drove by my childhood home not to long ago, the place looks so very very different on the outside (many improvments).

Maybe next time I'll knock on the door, I'd really like to see how the inside has changed.

Hey, thanks for stoppin by my place, I hope you will drop in again.

NoRegrets said...

Thanks for visiting!

WNG said...

BUY IT!
You could always rent it out - you wouldn't have to live in it. I'd love to own my old house, but it's waterfront property that I will NEVER be able to afford. I get what you mean about feeling like a grownup though - it's a milestone :)

NoRegrets said...

WNG, you're obviously confusing me with someone who's rich!

Churlita said...

I grew up in Arizona, I don't remember anyone having carpet. It was all tile on cement slabs. Did I mention that we lived in government housing?

NoRegrets said...

Yeah, I can't imagine government housing having carpet at all. Gotta be able to wash it all down. :-)

Tara said...

I love that front porch. Makes me want to sit out there with lemonade and spy on the neighbors across the street.