saturday was the big pack & move day in cincinnati. thank goodness for dad, grace, helen, and two men and a truck! seems like it took forever, but it really didn’t – about four hours to load that huge monster up, a couple more going through the house and getting the final things put together, cleaned up, etc.
and then we did what was one of our favorite things to do at this house.
we sat on the porch. the weather was absolutely perfect for the move. sunny. cool. nice breeze. sitting on the porch has long been something we loved to do. the archway was a great conduit for breezes and sitting and relaxing was just what the dr. ordered.
it’s been such a long trip getting to this point – we started this trek to pensacola back in december of 2006 with a couple ideas scribbled on the back of a mexican restaurant placemat. some phone calls, trips, tests, interviews, and a lot of elbow grease on the house got us down here last july. getting the house sold has been the one biggest roadblock and now that it’s here… it’s kinda hard to believe.
we had offers to stay with friends saturday night but we wanted to end it the way we started.
back in 2003 when we closed on the house, i had our futon and a plastic bag full of clean clothes and toothbrushes loaded in the back of a friend’s truck – we closed on it at 5 and at 6 we sat in the middle of the empty living room eating pizza and putting together our bed.
we spent the last night at the house going through it, remembering fun things done there, dusting off memories forgotten, rearranging what was left, cleaning up here and there, and then we crashed.
one feature of this house we’ve always enjoyed is the huge old rose bush sitting in the back of the house. it only blooms once a year and the date varies but when it blows, it blows big. hundreds of crimson explosions hit for two weeks, then become silent until the next year. when we left the house the previous week, the buds were out and we were certain that The Big Bang would happen before we came back to load the truck.
disappointment was the order of the day when we arrived and saw the buds still closed.
but that sunday morning as we were about to pull out at 7am, i took one last walk through the backyard. and there it was.
the beginning of the yearly ritual.
it was all we needed.
i took a few shots of it, gathered lise up at the front of the house and got one last scrunch picture together, went inside and cried for 10 minutes over fond memories and things lost, and then we pulled ourselves together.
it was a great ending to a long journey.