Saturday, May 31, 2008

Coming Home to a Sold house


So my house, was built by my parents. It was their dream house and we moved in when I was 6 months old. Its been a long span of time. Alot of memories and events. Its weird because I am not a sentimental person, in fact I can be right down cold and unfeeling when it comes to little nic-nacs and keepsakes. I am not a pack rat and I hate clutter, so I don't really attach sentimental value to objects, but my blue house is one MAJOR exception! I love this house so much because it represents so much to me. My little brother, after being born was brought here to this house. It's the only place he knows. In fact I must say that my first memory that I have is sitting in our family room with Andrew as a new born. All of us went through school, as we lived here. My sister Serena had her wedding reception in the back yard. As a family 55 became our base point, and it is much more than a number at which people would send us mail.


So seeing how this is my last weekend in my childhood home I decided to go one last time to "my spot". Its the place where I would often go to write in my journal. Its right in our neighborhood and has a great view of the city. When we were really little all of the neighborhood kids went and carved our names into the sandstone. You can still see them, even though time and rain has worn them down a lot. In my middle school days my best friend and I decided to bury a time capsule there... but unfortunately I got mad at her shortly after and dug it up. But after that it turned in to my spot where I would go to think.



It was nice to sit and reflect a little on how this big move fits into my life. So here is a little passage from my journal:

"Its weird and a bit ironic, most of these years that I have called 55 woodmen ct. my home, I have spent feeling confused and frustrated, not understanding who I was and hating that nothing ever seemed to fit. So I left, in search of myself. I spent 5 years looking. From Guatemala to Rexburg, to Vashon Island, to China and to Argentina. Like before I spent most of that time frustrated. Until I got on my mission in Argentina and to a point to where I realized that the answers were waiting for me at home. I am my family. My roots define my fruit. So my mom and Dad asked me to come and stay home for a few months. I felt good about that and agreed. I have loved it and have really come to appreciate my family. I am enjoying making memories and building the relationship of love and friendship with those who I am eternally bound. For the first time I have really come home. When I walk through that big read door, I don't feel frustrated nor alienated from my family. In this house I am one of them. Taking them on as my identity is leading me to REALLY find myself and to really use and reach for my potential. So I say that its ironic, because after 23 years I finally came home and it was a sold house. But I guess that is how life works. He puts us in a situation that is hard, until we learn a lesson and once we have, he takes us away and starts us on our next lesson. ... So I guess its fitting that I came home to a sold house. I've learned my lesson of family and Identity. I guess it will be exciting to see what 1215 cascade has to teach
GOODBYE 55 WOODMEN CT!!

2 comments:

ashley said...

I really enjoyed this post.

Let's hear what 1215 Cascade has done for you.

Nathan said...

Dear Sister Potter,
What is your number, let's hang out. Also, you are a cool cat, and I liked your post.

-anonymous blogger ;) but not really