All of my artwork has been removed from the walls, and I stand in a pared-down version of my living room, knee-deep in bubble wrap and packing tape. Tomorrow when the moving truck comes, I’ll be leaving my home of the past 24 years. This small brownstone apartment has been a haven for me, as well as a source of pride.
Built in 1888, my condo is rich with Victorian details, from the wainscoting and ornamental fireplace mantle, to the ceiling medallion in the living room. A young woman has bought my place. My realtor tells me she fell madly in love the moment she walked into the living room, awash in sunlight from the large curved bay window that overlooks Beacon Street. The new owner is me, twenty-five years ago, and I am grateful that someone who loves this space, just as I have, will be living here. To you, my younger self, who is about to cross this threshold with all your hopes and dreams, I say this: each time you make yourself a cup of tea in your kitchen, watch the sunset from the roof deck, open your home to friends, know that one has come before you who knows exactly how you feel. If you are half as happy as I have been here, you will be truly blessed.
As for me, I am ready to open a new door. And my new home has unique features of its own. Two years shy of being a century old, this two-family house has retained much of its original detail and character. Warm wood trim adorns each window and doorway. Both the living and dining rooms boast bay windows. The dining room’s built-in has lovely period leaded glass, and a butler’s pantry adjoins it with the kitchen.
This house needs no time, no holidays, no new memories to become my home. It already is… Like many older homes in the Boston metro area, this is a “family home” – with my brother living on the second floor and me on the first floor.
My arrival has my Italian-American next-door neighbors nodding in approval, “That’s nice,” they said, “keeping it in the family.”
11 thoughts on “Opening a Door”
Beautifully written. I am so proud of you for taking this all in stride. It is a fantastic move to let the next generation embrace the joys of the city. Like the Bryds said
To everything (turn, turn, turn) -There is a season (turn, turn, turn) – And a time to every purpose, under heaven…
All my best my sweet friend.
Thanks for your comment and for walking along with me on this journey.
So happy for you, Chris! Here’s wishing you, and Michael, too, much happiness in your new “old” digs! It sounds like the best of a perfect world for both of you.
Thanks MaryAnne! I’ve been unpacking but still cannot find my flat iron! But seriously, this has been great and Mike and I are having fun.
Lovely, Chris. Made me reminisce about former homes. Many blessings to you and your brother in your new abodes! Leslie
Thanks Leslie. Shocked ya a little bit, didn’t I? I’m still a city girl and it’s only 5 miles away!
I sense the pain in your leaving your old home but also feel your happiness in starting again in a totally different and lovely environment. I wish for you great joy and God’s choicest blessings.
Peace and Love,
Thanks Sheila! It’s been a whirlwind for sure and it will be a while until everything’s unpacked and in its place. But, as they say, “it’s all good!”
Thanks for your comment and for walking along with me on the journey!
Change is always good, a time to plan, take stock, dream, reminisce, and appreciate. Many blessings on your new adventure!
Thanks Cathy! I feel settled in and I’m looking forward to holidays in my new place. Merry and happy to you and your family.
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