“I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time…
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me.”
– Miranda Lambert
“The House That Built Me”
In honor of moving day:
Minneapolis, MN | 2010-
Dear new house,
We’ve been getting to know each other for a while now. But today is the big day. I will no longer be able to run away from you, back to my comfortable apartment where I know every creaking floorboard. I’m excited, and only the teensiest bit apprehensive, about spending all my time with you from now on. I promise to take care of you, and to try and remain charmed by your sloping floors and uneven walls. If, in return, you can shelter me, and make me smile with your surprises, and help me entertain friends and family as often as possible, then we’ll just call it even.
It’s not your fault that you are number seven. Blame it on the Air Force, if you want (although it’s not really their fault either). I’ve loved every house I’ve lived in, so the bar is high – but I have faith in you. Plus you’ve been around longer than any of the others, so that’s got to count for something.
Here’s to many happy years.