Tiriel is the best boyfriend ever!
One dozen roses, no reason at all.
We went out on Friday and had the best, most yummy "linner" (lunch dinner) at Milestones before we both had to go to work.
I had to head back to school in Toronto earlier this week and that kind of sucks. I may head home tommorow to have one last walk through my grandparents house.
We had to sell it the the town hospital, which is right behind it now. I hate the hospital, it ruins everything. A few years ago it bought out an entire street of houses, and those who did not want to sell were expropriated - meaning their homes for forcefully bought from them for an unfair, low price. That entire street was leveled and is now a hospital parking lot, save for three houses.
Now the hospital is buying up the next street over, not for parking but for nurses residents. My grandparents house was a prime target because the house next door burnt down leaving an empty lot. When my grandfather died and my grandmother became too ill to live at home, the hospital found out and approached my mom who fought for a good deal- something at least fair, and fought for it while she could. When she got an offer that was fair, she took it.
Now Thursday- I'll be in school- and that is the last day that we can still be in the house. I remember so much from when I was a little kid...
The busy new years parties held every year as people wandered in and out of the living room and kitchen.
The swinging door that connected the living room with the hall- that only a few years ago I finally managed to learn how to open without severely hurting my fingers.
The lamp that scared me in the playroom where I slept whenever I stayed at my grandparents.
Sitting at the kitchen table, eating Spaghetti O's while my grandparents watched "The Price is right" in the living room.
The apple tree that was rotting, and unsafe, that my sisters and I climbed anyway.
The swingset my grandpa made that used to sit in the backyard for whenever we were over.
I wish we didn't have to let it go, but I guess it's easier since we've been moving everything out for months, and relics of my childhood have managed to make their way over to my house.
It makes me sad....the more I think about it, the more I want to go over one last time, because I know I'll kick myself if I don't.
One dozen roses, no reason at all.
We went out on Friday and had the best, most yummy "linner" (lunch dinner) at Milestones before we both had to go to work.
I had to head back to school in Toronto earlier this week and that kind of sucks. I may head home tommorow to have one last walk through my grandparents house.
We had to sell it the the town hospital, which is right behind it now. I hate the hospital, it ruins everything. A few years ago it bought out an entire street of houses, and those who did not want to sell were expropriated - meaning their homes for forcefully bought from them for an unfair, low price. That entire street was leveled and is now a hospital parking lot, save for three houses.
Now the hospital is buying up the next street over, not for parking but for nurses residents. My grandparents house was a prime target because the house next door burnt down leaving an empty lot. When my grandfather died and my grandmother became too ill to live at home, the hospital found out and approached my mom who fought for a good deal- something at least fair, and fought for it while she could. When she got an offer that was fair, she took it.
Now Thursday- I'll be in school- and that is the last day that we can still be in the house. I remember so much from when I was a little kid...
The busy new years parties held every year as people wandered in and out of the living room and kitchen.
The swinging door that connected the living room with the hall- that only a few years ago I finally managed to learn how to open without severely hurting my fingers.
The lamp that scared me in the playroom where I slept whenever I stayed at my grandparents.
Sitting at the kitchen table, eating Spaghetti O's while my grandparents watched "The Price is right" in the living room.
The apple tree that was rotting, and unsafe, that my sisters and I climbed anyway.
The swingset my grandpa made that used to sit in the backyard for whenever we were over.
I wish we didn't have to let it go, but I guess it's easier since we've been moving everything out for months, and relics of my childhood have managed to make their way over to my house.
It makes me sad....the more I think about it, the more I want to go over one last time, because I know I'll kick myself if I don't.
I have so many memories of my grandparent's home...and I know that when my grandfather passes my nan is going to have to give up her place....I don't even want to think about the 26 years of memories that I have there that will be lost.