I bit the bullet and put dad's house up for sale last Friday. An older couple came round on Tuesday and found the place "charming" and within two hours had offered the full asking price. Sometimes you just don't know how you feel about something 'till it happens and in this case my first feeling was delight.
Faced with the prospect of getting out of dad's bungalow I dreamed of going back to Italy and leaving behind my celebrancy work for now. Later I put things in perspective and began to see my celebrancy work in this area as a kind of apprenticeship to be continued for now, but not indefinitely.
Today I felt very sad and disorientated as I looked around the bungalow and thought that in the forseeable future I would be leaving it and with it many memories of my father. He lived here for over twenty years and for much of that time was actually pretty happy. The couple who are buying, assuming the sale goes through are at a similar stage of life as dad was when he first moved here. In ten years or sooner I'll be the same age too.
As I write this I can feel my life accelerating into oblivion.
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