I just got back from an early morning bike ride. Often, I head toward the water and pedal around our old neighborhood. Today, I spotted this...
Yes, that's our old home, the one we owned for over two decades. It has been almost two years since we moved into our cozy cottage, but I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for this house.
We ran into a former neighbor recently who mentioned that the house was slated for demolition — but not because it is inhabitable. On the contrary, we heard that the people who bought it from us opened up walls inside and made all sorts of improvements.
But did they have to rip out the entire garden? Years and years of dividing perennials... Here's peek at the front garden when we lived there. I don't see anything offensive, do you? To each his own, I guess.
Anyway, they moved to California. We were told that the newest owners want to raise up the house, like so many have done in our area after Hurricane Sandy. Apparently, the cost to do that is almost as much as building a new one, so down it comes. I understand that these folks want to make improvements, like we all do when moving to a new place. And many would find this mid-century colonial boring and basic. I liked it just the way it was.
When we moved there back in 1990, it was one of the largest homes on the street. Now, it is in the shadow of new "look at me" houses that are big and bulky with minimal green space. John and I joke that they look more like conference centers than family homes. There is nothing cozy about them. Above shows the view from my former studio before and after a giant McMansion was erected. Monster houses are taking over that neighborhood. We got out just in time!
Luckily, we have tons of photos to help us remember what a lovely spot this was to raise our family. It was a happy, happy, happy place and the memories live on, even though the actual structure will be heading to a landfill soon.