It seems as time goes on, the only constant in the universe is that things change. My parents have finally sold the home in Vista, California that they’ve owned since 1988 and yesterday, I stopped by the house to take a final look and hand over my key and garage door opener. I wanted to make sure I got a chance to take one last look at it before it was completely empty and handed over to the new owners this Friday.
When I got there, the movers were there doing the final packing of everything into boxes. They were hard at work packing away the contents of the kitchen when I arrived. Yesterday was just the last day of packing so that it would be all ready for today to make the move to their new home in Temecula, California. I stayed for a little while to visit my mom who was supervising the packing. She showed me pictures of the new home and all the work they’ve done to it in the last couple of months since they bought it. They had done some serious renovations including the removal of some half-walls, completely replacing all the flooring and carpeting as well as giving the kitchen a much needed makeover. I’m sure I’ll see it soon enough with Thanksgiving being next week.
In the mean time it was good to be in the house, a little sad to see it in a packed up state, even thought it wasn’t fully empty yet. I wasn’t really overwhelmed with emotion there, I’m feeling more of it now writing about it. I spent many years living in the house too. I lived there when I first learned how to drive. I lived there through my high school years, and even my college years. I also lived there when I got my first job. My folks bought the house new so I remember moving into the house when there were no fences yet between any of the yards. The back yard was a dirt lot at the time. Hell, even Ronald Reagan was still President of the United States at the time.
To be honest, I’m surprised my folks stayed in the house as long as they did, prior to this home, the longest we’d ever stayed in one house was five years. My folks stayed in this house 21 years. We had many pets in the years in that home too. I went into each room and made sure to look out each of the windows and enjoyed a memory or two that popped into my mind stemming from the room or the view out the window before moving on to the next room. Lots of memories.
In a way it did feel like a permanent address as it’s pretty much been a constant place to come back to even though I’ve moved several times since initially moving out of the house, and then for a brief time back into the house so that my folks could take an open ended RV trip around the United States and Canada. Even though the house is changing hands, I will still have all my memories of that house and will always remember it fondly. I’m just glad I had a chance to visit the house one last time before the hand off to the new owners. I hope that the new owners get as many wonderful new memories of their own living there.