For my trip home! This time for longer than a few days. I'm excited, depressed, scared, mad and sad!! The reason for the trip home is for a multiple of reasons. First off: a week from Sunday is my daddy's last sermon in a church that I have been raised in as he stood in the pulpit. For almost 30 years of my life my church home has always been that tiny mill church on the outskirts of town.
A little walk down memory lane for me if interested:
It was built in 1932 as a local church for the mill people. In the town where I grew up mills and textile were the major source of working until the railroad opened up shop. So people would build/rent or buy homes that were in walking distance of the mills where they worked and stores and churches were also built in walking distance of their homes. That is where our church still stands. These days however in much better shape than the first Sunday of entering those doors.
The doors are still white and sturdy, however, the once wood plank floors are now covered with a warm welcoming tan color carpet. The old sound system that half worked with those old brown boxed speakers hanging on the wall. Which I might add only seemed to find their muster when my daddy was getting into his sermon, which was usually right about the same time I was finding some much needed sleep eye with head upon the pew edge. You can only imagine my terror when right in my ear I hear my daddy's loud voice. My commotion in the back pew always rendered him silent, only momentarily until he could clear his voice and in his very angry fatherly voice say "Jamie come up front and sit with your mother......NOW!!!" Those little boxes of terror are now replaced with beautiful electric candle scaunts placed between the etched stain glass windows.
It seems unreal that this will be my last trip home to spend Sundays in that church ~ ohhh wait ~ what am I talking about I won't be going back to my beloved home any more since my mother had the brilliant idea to sell my chidhood home *gggrr*. It was stated to me that maybe my problem with them selling their home is that I will no longer have a place to call home. I of course argued that theory *smile*, but yet, there is much truth in that theory. I lived in that home since I was 3 years old and that is always home to me. Now my parents are moving across the damn country if my mother gets her way to sage brush hell Wyoming!!!
So no matter how excited I am about going home on this trip this summer it comes with a great cost I'm not sure I'm prepared to deal with. Ohhh well ain't life grand *note the sarcasm* it seems to throw curve balls at ya when you are least expecting it!!!
Regardless of all the mixed feelings about going home it still can not replace the huge excitement that the kids and I are feeling about going home to see my parents. It seems like Christmas was so long ago and such a short amount of time together ~
Simply
Jamie
Hope you have lots of fun when you go home. I think I'd feel the same way you do if my parents sold their house. That's been the only "home" I knew since I was 3, so to think of someone else living in it seem preposterous!