Moving On

The parents have sold their house. The parents have sold their house and I'm sad. I'm sad because that house is home to me. Even though it is in the middle of nowhere and it takes 30 minutes to get there and I've hit my heel on the piece of wood sticking out at the top of the stairs about a million times, it is home to me and I love that house. I love that it is a cabin and that some of the rooms have names like "The Indian Room" because who has a room with that name? I love how big the yard is because the puppy can run like mad and the grass is usually lush and fun to play in. In the winter, there is so much snow, you could build an army of snowmen. Some of my most favorite memories occured in that house and without the house or Sarah there to remind me, we know that I'm not going to remember them!

For instance, Sumo wrestle mania of 2005, the dance competition complete with Shmala Shmadul and Mimon Cowel... yo yo yo yo yo yo yo.... Climbing in the window when I got home late because the front door didn't have keys to it yet. The tedious task of putting up and taking down the Christmas tree. The time that Sarah beat me in wrestling because she threw my head against the ceiling and made me say Uncle John. Sardines in the basement and not being able to find Johnny because he hides too well. Excessive amounts of pool with Johnny and Sarah where they make up their own set of rules and post them on the wall and then fight about it. Your Mom!.... Is right outside that window. Games, games, games/nerts/a little Sett over here. Chasing the puppy around the island and watching her freak out. Snowball fight in the yard where Sarah's and my fort really sucked and Mike and Johnny's was the awesomist. Uncle John biffing it in a foot race and breaking his thumb. The list goes on and on and on and unless you are Sarah, you aren't going to know what I'm talking about.

And, poor the Johnny doesn't even get to say goodbye to the house because he is all missionified! It is the only home that Jade has ever known and she might get confused and lost in the move. She might get really sad. And, what if the new house doesn't have a big yard? The new house is in Highland!?! What the heck is in highland besides Uncle Don? Lame. I haven't even seen this new house. It could be crap de la crappy for all I know. I blame the french for this! I hate the French!

Curse you the parents, curse you!