a place in time

My parents are considering selling the farmhouse. They have been there for over a decade and that is a long time for them to stay still. I went down over the weekend to say hello to the Bobs (my former cats) and to visit. The angel trumpet had just bloomed, the confederate roses were changing from white to pink, it’s a lovely spot. I know for my dad, deciding to sell the place of his childhood is beyond a tough decision. That’s the kind of thing he can be good at though, deciding things. And my parents have a lot of flaws, like all of us, but fear of taking risks is not one of them.

But naturally it’s bittersweet. I know I’d never want to live there. I can’t imagine my brother ever would be happy there — but it is the one place that threads throughout my personal timeline. It comes close to being my constant—but that’s not the truth. Like everything, it has changed. Thinking about this on my drive to Atlanta, I realized the true constant lies in my parents — their ability to keep moving, keep changing, keep taking that leap in a moving van — pushing the horizon. The sound of wheels on asphalt driving down the road is the steady beat of my family. The only true constant is change.

Will post pictures later when time permits.

5 responses to “a place in time

  1. Anyone who has ever been to the Farm will be sad to lose the refuge. But I agree the refuge is with Sandra and Ray and i will follow wherever they lead.

  2. I long for that sense of place that you have, of home. You are right that the only constant is change. What will happen to the kitties?

  3. If they do sell, we need to plan a bash down there. Would they move to Atlanta? We had some fabulous times down there. How I long for those days sometimes…

  4. Miche, I think a bash is definitely in order. Maybe one that doesn’t involve firearms though ;-)? They seem to be leaning towards Chattanooga, but one never should bet on their plans.
    Kimbre, the bobs will go w/my bro. Cadbury and Gandalf w/me (if I find a larger place). The outdoor kitties will maybe stay there. It’s a tough tough decision though. Lots of kitty madness and sadness.
    Shelby, mom & dad would appreciate your willingness to find them anywhere and I doubt they’ll move anywhere crappy.

  5. The condo overlooking the river on the north shore of Chattanooga is still in the works. Oh those night lights of Chatta are wonderful and an organic grocery is on the corner. We also found a wonderful farm house in Mentone that is in walking distance of the hotel. We might even look in the Carolinas. Road trip is in order to explore. Dad has “wanderlust” big time! All my girls are welcome wherever we land. Boys too.

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