Hard to believe that this time 37 years ago I was, well I was probably asleep in bed, no way did I get to stay up after 8 as a kid. But When I went to bed it was knowing it would be the last sleep in the only house I’d ever known as home. I don’t remember being that upset about it. I was nervous about a new school and sad about leaving school friends, but the new house had a lawn. A huge lawn that didn’t get dug up every year to plant tomatoes or dahlias. Also I got my own bedroom, no more sharing with the messy baby sister. It was a huge house, at least twice the floorspace of where we had been. I guess my love affair with this house started that month. I remember sitting watching the rain (wettest winter in many decades) through the HUGE windows, splashing around the half acre of trees and chook shed and carports and wood shed and all sorts of interesting places to explore without even venturing out the gate. I especially remember that I could barely see across the countertops in the kitchen (remember that when I post what I’ve just done in the kitchen next week 😉 and sitting on the floor of the unfurnished living room in the winter sun next to the roll of new carpet waiting to be laid, playing knuckles.
Independence Day has always been special in this household. ID37 is the first one where it’s MY house. Not sure I actually believe that most of the time. Happy Anniversary to me 😉