Seven Years ago today I moved into my house. My very own house. They say that time flies when you are having fun. It must be true, although when I mentioned to my mother that my house-aversary was coming up and that it would be seven years, she was surprised and said she would have guessed four. Although I was not officially out of my house until seven years ago, I certainly spent a great deal of time away at school and a couple of years living with my grandmother. I moved out when the time was right. I never felt a need to flee. My mother never missed me when I was away at school until I was on my way home but she really had a hard time when I moved out even though my house is exactly 3 miles away, door to door. I left plenty of dishes, cooking, and decorative items for their use, but she cried and cried when she found my crackers in the cupboard. It's weird what we respond to. My house is nothing like I ever imagined it might be but it seems perfect for me. Maybe in another seven years I'll get some of the projects done that I started right after I moved in.
P.S. The 15th is the 32nd anniversary of my First Holy Communion. I don't know if there is a card for that but I do have an amazon.com wishlist.
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