Thought of the day: Today I biked with my dad to their old townhouse which was for sale. The realtor did quite a bit of work before putting it on market. We were surprised when we entered the door - it felt as if we had just stepped into an Ethan Allen showroom. It even used my favorite color palette. But it didn't feel like home any more and it made me really miss the simplicity and familiarity of their old home. Moving can be difficult because you will inevitably leave a part of your history, and a part of you, behind. It's hard to reckon with the fact that some things that you have gotten so used to and taken for granted are not yours any more. It could be a tree that you climbed on, a pool that your kids swam in or the view from a window there was special to you. It's even harder to move when you grow older. Luckily for my parents, they didn't have to move very far this time and their old friends could still visit them in their new home. But I know that they are not interested in moving again any time soon.
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| Lila got a special treat after eating dinner well tonight. She really, really, I mean really, enjoyed the apple strudel from Ester's German Bakery and devoured it within a minute. She demonstrated to us the reason why we humans came equipped with ten fingers. |
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