A ridiculous and somewhat untrue title. The thing is, I was getting desperate. I was visiting depressing little “pavillons” that felt like sterile boxes, often on dead, grassless lots. Worse were the cramped, moldy-smelling houses with weird wallpaper or, to make matters worse, a pretty country house that absolutely reeked of cat piss. It brought my 14-year-old son to tears just thinking about it.
There is something about "owning" a property...our first nearly ended in disaster thanks to a "less than forthright " Realtor; the next was perfect, but sold to leave for a sort of spiritual pursuit; the next almost desperation after the children had grown..but god that view of the Three Sisters in Central Oregon was to die for; now back in our old home town again in place built while both of us were in Elementary School. But, all of these are on stolen land; land ripped from the First Nations people here for millenia before my people arrived. It is good and I think necessary to remember that; our time is so short that we must embrace, even apologize to, those who came before.
Oh, huzzah! Time to celebrate, well, maybe after the unboxing in your magical new home. The absolute necessity of a home base for kids, and a good one that doesn't sound like machinery or smell of awful things, cannot be underestimated. I wish you joy in this wonderful place. What will you name it?
Beautiful. Except, perhaps, for the title. 😬
Terrible title, right? But promises are promises.
The title???? Oh dear. 😉 Great story, had tears in my eyes, high hopes for you and the boys for long lasting memories 💙
So far we are really excited to be here.
What a great story, moving: at the end I had a lump in my throat.... Enjoy!
Oh! I love that!
Every good wish for the transition to your new home.
Thank you, Nancy!
There is something about "owning" a property...our first nearly ended in disaster thanks to a "less than forthright " Realtor; the next was perfect, but sold to leave for a sort of spiritual pursuit; the next almost desperation after the children had grown..but god that view of the Three Sisters in Central Oregon was to die for; now back in our old home town again in place built while both of us were in Elementary School. But, all of these are on stolen land; land ripped from the First Nations people here for millenia before my people arrived. It is good and I think necessary to remember that; our time is so short that we must embrace, even apologize to, those who came before.
The history of our territories….
Memories and hope for the future. Your writing is wonderful. Congratulations! Enjoy your new home!
Thank you for this!
Happy, Home.😌
Love all this and I am so happy you got the house you wanted!!
Thank you!
Good luck!!
Thank you!
Bon chance in your new home! Wonderful memories will be made.
Beautiful story, quite moving.
Are you who I think you are? And thank you!
Oh you are! I just looked at your profile! Hello! I am happy to “see” you here!
Oh, huzzah! Time to celebrate, well, maybe after the unboxing in your magical new home. The absolute necessity of a home base for kids, and a good one that doesn't sound like machinery or smell of awful things, cannot be underestimated. I wish you joy in this wonderful place. What will you name it?
My son just came up with it based on our street name. Font Chau (pronounced phone show)… it translates to Deep Warm. Good right?
Perfect!
It has a big star built into the facade, so I’m jamming off that. Any ideas?
Champ d'êtoiles? Or is that too froo-froo and gauzy?
Since we are in France, I think it’s got to be in a different language…I have “what is star in Russian and Japanese”? On my to do list.
Zvezda onen and hoshi nohara