I figure in this post I would write out some of the smaller random memories I have of the last part of our lives before we move on completely and I forget them.
I remember the day they opened that sidewalk to the other part of the neighborhood and it felt like a whole new world had opened up. I remember the one day we went really far down that sidewalk behind the houses and Luna got so hot we never did it again.
I remember when I would take Xena by herself for walks I would go down the road until we got to the kennel when she would act up and we had to turn around.
I remember when we first moved there the neighborhood was surrounded by green spaces on the edges, and by the time we left all those once green spaces then had houses on them.
I remember being so excited we were down the road from a nice library when we moved there, but we never went to that library once.
I remember the shocking lack of privacy we didn't have when we first went and looked at the house with Christina. I remember going from being sold on the house to wavering, but then no other option we looked at was even close. The house we picked off the internet in Odessa was the answer.
I can remember finding the house on the internet, and us fantasizing about the tall ceilings and all the space. In our last years at the duplex we would take trips to the lakehouse not to do lake things, but just to go someplace where we could spread out for a weekend.
I remember falling in love with the pictures of that plan online before we ever saw it. The dark palette and high ceilings seemed perfect for where we were in life.
I remember when the mailbox used to be in front of that mean lady's house until she had it moved (I assume).
I remember that every year after the first year was the year we really needed to paint the outside of house. We never did.
I remember all the effort it took to sand and stain the door, and how frustrated Lindsey was with how long it took to do it right. I also remember years later being proud of that final effort and thinking of it as an example of how we really upgraded the place.
I remember hunting down that first cooktop for an amazing deal on ebay and installing it myself. I remember the emails from the guy asking if his employees stole it from me because I never left feedback. The thought that we completely 100% used that thing up while we were there makes me smile in retrospect.
I remember picking out the pink room and how Lindsey remarked that meant we needed to paint it. We never did.
I remember how the backyard went from some Bermuda and a little St Augustine to all Bermuda to all weeds over time. It inspires me to do better in our new house.
I remember when I fenced off the garden area and got all excited about using it for years. We only used it that one year because I learned the area was too exposed to the sun for many plants. I ended up making a new herd garden on the side of the house that is probably still there.
I remember how hard it was to get there before they fixed up Crystal Falls. I remember being screwed by the train even after they fixed that road.
I remember the view out of the top floor window across the neighborhood. I remember the great neighbors I would look out and see.
When I was mining upstairs I remember the heat, I remember just how hot it would get and how it would make my brain melt. For a year afterward if I ever got cold I would remember that heat and warm right up.
I remember how motivated I was to do so much with the yard in 2013, and how when I learned what it would really take I was crushed. I remember taking what I did by and making the best of it by making a side patio and a bed for the trees. I remember using the rest of the materials to make a path to the garbage at my new house.
I remember moving in, and how much space we suddenly gained. I remember going to the building and grabbing things (some of them I never used) to fill the space and to be ready for future projects.
I remember moving out, and seeing things I had put on a shelf in 2013 so that I could eventually "do something with them" never got touched again. The motivation to do a better job setting up my house next time motivated me throughout 2018.
More than anything I remember the amazing walks, the different ways to slice up the neighborhood into almost any type of walk you wanted. I remember that in Odessa we had to drive across town for a worse walking trail than was out our front door at Laurel Lane. I remember taking all three dogs on this walk when we could, and how it shaped our lives.
I will never forget Laurel Lane, our first house, our first home. It will forever be Xena's house, Roscoe's house. It will forever be a golden period when I look back at our life then.
I remember the day they opened that sidewalk to the other part of the neighborhood and it felt like a whole new world had opened up. I remember the one day we went really far down that sidewalk behind the houses and Luna got so hot we never did it again.
I remember when I would take Xena by herself for walks I would go down the road until we got to the kennel when she would act up and we had to turn around.
I remember when we first moved there the neighborhood was surrounded by green spaces on the edges, and by the time we left all those once green spaces then had houses on them.
I remember being so excited we were down the road from a nice library when we moved there, but we never went to that library once.
I remember the shocking lack of privacy we didn't have when we first went and looked at the house with Christina. I remember going from being sold on the house to wavering, but then no other option we looked at was even close. The house we picked off the internet in Odessa was the answer.
I can remember finding the house on the internet, and us fantasizing about the tall ceilings and all the space. In our last years at the duplex we would take trips to the lakehouse not to do lake things, but just to go someplace where we could spread out for a weekend.
I remember falling in love with the pictures of that plan online before we ever saw it. The dark palette and high ceilings seemed perfect for where we were in life.
I remember when the mailbox used to be in front of that mean lady's house until she had it moved (I assume).
I remember that every year after the first year was the year we really needed to paint the outside of house. We never did.
I remember all the effort it took to sand and stain the door, and how frustrated Lindsey was with how long it took to do it right. I also remember years later being proud of that final effort and thinking of it as an example of how we really upgraded the place.
I remember hunting down that first cooktop for an amazing deal on ebay and installing it myself. I remember the emails from the guy asking if his employees stole it from me because I never left feedback. The thought that we completely 100% used that thing up while we were there makes me smile in retrospect.
I remember picking out the pink room and how Lindsey remarked that meant we needed to paint it. We never did.
I remember how the backyard went from some Bermuda and a little St Augustine to all Bermuda to all weeds over time. It inspires me to do better in our new house.
I remember when I fenced off the garden area and got all excited about using it for years. We only used it that one year because I learned the area was too exposed to the sun for many plants. I ended up making a new herd garden on the side of the house that is probably still there.
I remember how hard it was to get there before they fixed up Crystal Falls. I remember being screwed by the train even after they fixed that road.
I remember the view out of the top floor window across the neighborhood. I remember the great neighbors I would look out and see.
When I was mining upstairs I remember the heat, I remember just how hot it would get and how it would make my brain melt. For a year afterward if I ever got cold I would remember that heat and warm right up.
I remember how motivated I was to do so much with the yard in 2013, and how when I learned what it would really take I was crushed. I remember taking what I did by and making the best of it by making a side patio and a bed for the trees. I remember using the rest of the materials to make a path to the garbage at my new house.
I remember moving in, and how much space we suddenly gained. I remember going to the building and grabbing things (some of them I never used) to fill the space and to be ready for future projects.
I remember moving out, and seeing things I had put on a shelf in 2013 so that I could eventually "do something with them" never got touched again. The motivation to do a better job setting up my house next time motivated me throughout 2018.
More than anything I remember the amazing walks, the different ways to slice up the neighborhood into almost any type of walk you wanted. I remember that in Odessa we had to drive across town for a worse walking trail than was out our front door at Laurel Lane. I remember taking all three dogs on this walk when we could, and how it shaped our lives.
I will never forget Laurel Lane, our first house, our first home. It will forever be Xena's house, Roscoe's house. It will forever be a golden period when I look back at our life then.
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