Tonight my family will begin the moving process from 190 South McDonald Street to a new home in Coroapolis. I have very mixed feelings about the move, naturally. We moved to McDonald when I was 12 (13 years ago!), and I remember all of us being so excited. Tammy was an infant--and I have fond memories of her quietly sitting in her carseat while we unpacked our belongings. My how times have changed, Tam! You are rarely quiet now! :)
Before we moved, we lived in a rowhouse in McKees Rocks in a *questionable* area of town. It was a two bedroom, so i'm pretty sure 4 kids shared one bedroom, Heather had a bedroom in the basement and Tammy was with my mom and dad. I remember when we started looking for houses to buy, and when we saw 190 South McDonald Street, we all loved it! My dad quickly started making renovations, and over the years drastically improved the house. He single-handidly put on new siding, re-did the plumbing, furnace and wiring, re-furnished our hardwood floors, gutted and renovated two full baths, built a huge deck, completely updated the kitchen, turned the sun porch into a bedroom and an office and redesigned the layout of the upstairs bedrooms. He poured his heart and soul into our home. I was talking to someone the other day, and said it would be like being an artist, having every piece you ever created in your gallery, and your gallery burning down.
Lots of great memories were had too, we all essentially grew up there. Now, there are just 4 Carter kids at home, 4 moved out. One married, one with a precious baby, one a sophomore in college (and we all know about me and my glamorous life in the Estates). I loved Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter when my mom's whole family would crash our pad. Everyone would spend hours in the dining room playing board games and laughing.
I don't want to bore you all with nostalgic tales, but I couldn't help but blog about this big change in my, and my families lives. My parents are amazing people. Hands down. I have never felt unsupported, belittled or inferior because of anything they have said to me. They have always corrected me with love, and held me to a high standard for my own good. They are amazing people! It's hard to see them lose their house, but since they are practically perfect, they have NOT ONCE said anything to any of us kids about this being a bad thing. They have always pointed out the positives any problem that has come their way. (My mom says every problem is an opportunity in disguise)Please pray for everyone, especially my dad.
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I understand how you feel. I moved to my house in CT when I was 4 1/2. So when my parents divorced and both left the house, I felt a tremendous sense of loss. It still makes me sad, that I could drive by my house, I could walk by my house, but I can never go in again. But every detail of the house is etched in my memory, from my bedroom with the yellow gingham curtains, to the huge climbing tree in the back yard. I'm sure you'll never forget your old house and the great times you had there!
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