Gone but not forgotten: ye olde Florida homestead.
To be clear, in case you haven't seen or heard, there is indeed a "ye NEW olde Florida homestead" (actually, just a few blocks away).
[And, if you're playing along at home and keeping track, I believe this makes the 26th place I've called "home" in my 43 years: the original house in Bethel, the parents-without-partners home in Elverson, the divorced dad apartment in Fredericsksburg, the blended family apartment in Jonestown, the old parsonage also in Jonestown, the trailer back in Bethel where my Mom lived with her Mom, the Schuylkill Haven house by the pond where my Mom lived with Charlie, the Schuylkill Haven row house where my Mom lived with me and my sister Holly when she worked at the diner, the main childhood home in Lebanon that just burned down last week, the bonus space in Kerri's house the week after a ran away, the home of the family that took me in after that on Locust Street in Lebanon, the first dorm room in Mary Green, my exchange family's house for my semester abroad in Cologne, the second dorm room in Mary Green, the apartment in Uniontown, the end-of-the-hall dorm room in FunkEast, the secret spot made for me in the basement of the college library, the Greentree townhouse by the Lebanon plaza, the tiny apartment back on Broad St, the second attempt at a fraternity house on Walnut St by Big Bertha's, the home on Green St in Harrisburg by the Governor's Mansion, the Mexican brothers' apartment in Logan Square, the first Wrigley space, the second Wrigley space across the back porch, the Florida rancher in tonight's post and the Florida cottage aka ye NEW olde Florida homestead.]
So where was I? Oh right ... last night was the ceremonial return of the keys to the "other" house, and so the initial landing spot post-big-move from Chitown is no longer a place for me and mine to call home. This photo is from move-in day just over a year ago, and it includes Flora, the artistic element that came with the place, and the low hanging chandelier that helped to "sell" it.
So Flora, and the back yard palm tree that grew its trunk sideways to escape the shadows of the giant banyon tree, and the rooms that are the setting for the memories of the puppy dogs' first year, and the porn house across the street, and the clowder of stray cats who ran the 'hood ... and so on and so on ... you will all be fondly remembered ... and missed.
THE MOVE IN POST:
http://capcognition.blogspot.com/2014/02/random-soapbox-for-saturday-2814.html
THE RAINY SEASON VIEW FROM THE FRONT PORCH:
http://capcognition.blogspot.com/2014/06/random-scandal-sheet-for-sunday-6814.html
THE TREE I'LL MISS AS INSPIRATION:
http://capcognition.blogspot.com/2014/04/random-soapbox-for-saturday-41914.html
