it’s that time of year again.
and i’m sure it probably has something to do with my past.
i always get the itch to move!
to change abodes.
see the one in the middle . . . with the little balcony?
have you ever driven yourself crazy with indecision?
i’m past crazy. i’ve turned it into a small mental obsession lately.
well . . . or uncomfortably close to it. an obsession of indecision . . .
for i truly am content here. in my little cottage. that the bank owns.
it’s the “wee blink bonnie”.
i was told once that the name is scottish meaning ‘small pretty place.’
once upon a time my mother and i were traveling in canada.
we had lunch at an enchanting little tea room. it was a lady’s home.
we sat at a table on the screened in front porch and happily watched
the world and the tourists go by.
good times at the ‘wee blink bonnie.’
i thought right then that if i ever had a home someday . . . well. you know!
. . . a nomadic childhood like i had meant that you never even thought of
owning. you always rented. even bob and i rented always, most of our
early married life.
a ‘home of our own’ was just not a terribly big priority.
when we finally did buy into the old american dream . . .
my name for it was vetoed immediately.
“i love you honey. but i AM NOT going to drive home every night to
a place called ‘wee blink bonnie.’ ”
LOL. yes. i know. that would have been a bit of a stretch for my
marlboro man. you see i wanted a charming little sign that said it . . .
wee blink bonnie. lol.
he never got to see this little cottage. the one i’ve named
wee blink bonnie. they name homes in england. i’m sure english men
go home to homes named like that! oh well.
it was built by me 15 years ago. many years after he had gone.
it’s a perfect size for just one person. two at the most. it’s quite small. and charming.
it comes with so many extras.
property tax that goes up each year.
insurance and repairs from our frequent hail and ice storms and
i used to enjoy yard work so much. but with the extreme hypertension that
seems to be here to stay and also the summers of temps in the 100’s
(40.5 c) . . . i have to pay for the lawns to be mowed now. or risk getting a stroke.
and an apartment complex would have a beautiful blue swimming pool for great
i love all my windows. as you already know! and there are many.
and it’s private. and there are trees all around it.
i cannot hear my neighbor’s toilet flush. nor can he hear mine. lol.
and there’s no cigarette smoke that creeps out of my heating/cooling
vents. i once lived in an apartment where i figured i was breathing
at least a pack a day just from what came up through my own air vent
from below! YUK. unhealthy and stinky.
and apartments are notorious for raising the rent at the drop of a hat.
you either pay up or hunt for a new place. the last apartments i lived in
raised the rent every 6 months.
for pete’s sake!
SO . . . it goes on and on.
pro con pro con. pro con.
minimalist that i am . . . i could be packed in less than 2 hours.
and that’s loaded and out of here.
there’s very little i own. i like it that way. simple. neat. easy.
and i’ve moved so much in my life that it’s become an art form!
maybe that’s it. maybe that’s all this is. i simply like to move.
and 15 years is a long time to me. i can’t believe i haven’t moved
in 15 years! wow. that’s some kind of record.
i just wish that old devil ‘ indecision ‘ would leave me alone.
it takes X amount of money to live anywhere today.
unless you own a cardboard box under a bridge somewhere.
so . . .
i’m sorry wee blink bonnie.
i guess i won’t abandon you just yet.
you shelter me in the storms. and in the long nights.
your air is fresh and you’re full of light.
your hot water is plentiful.
your mortgage payment is actually cheaper than an apartment your
size would be.
i love you . . . wee blink bonnie.
i really do.
i just wish i didn’t feel like a little kid
who wants to run away!
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