We got the house! Now for our next trick we will attempt to pull the $4,350.00, that we need to move in, out of our ass! LOL! Just kidding! We got it under control. I am nervous though. Every time we move I get nervous. I hope that my family will like the place, have enough room and be happy. I pray that my kids will meet good friends to play with and I get along with the neighbors. I hope to find like-mided people so I feel like I fit in. Plus, I am always looking for new friends. Kindred spirits who love kids, gardening and scrapbooking. My ideal neighborhood has homes with tons of kids, happy kid-loving wives/mothers who let the kids run from house-to-house day-in and day-out.
I have lived in so many different places and I remember friends and neighbors from twenty years back. Some I'll never forget, like Donny Paulson. He was such a sweet, fun-loving soul. The poor guy broke his back in a car accident but still dressed up as Tinkerbell for my Halloween party. He died way before his time and is missed, and remembered, by many.
Then there is this girl who lived across the street from me in Ferguson. Amy McFadden. She was such a cute, skinny little thing. She ended up having a baby with another boy from the neighborhodd, Scotty (one of my little brother's friends). They were such a sweet, loving little gangster couple. I think of them and their baby often and hope they are doing well. Amy had a little brother, Jeremy. The last time I saw Jeremy he was wearing a blue bandana, a plaid tee shirt, and some saggy jeans. I hope he knows better these days.
One of the best friends I've ever had in this world came from that neighborhood. Brenda. She lived right across the street from me with her husband, Bud, and two kids, Nicole and Mitchell. We are all long since gone but I still keep in touch with the whole family. Nicole and Mitchell have kids of their own now. Brenda and Bud are divorced but I love them all with the intensity that good times, hard life, and laughter provide. I would do anything for these people.
I've lived in an apartment where I never knew anyone and a neighborhood where I never made a friend. When I met my husband we moved into a house that changed the course of history for everyone in our lives. We moved into 185 S. St. Jacques St. We got married while living in that house. We brought two children into this world while living in that house. We had seven Christmas', seven halloweens, seven Easters, and most of us celebrated seven birthdays in that house! That's about thirty-nine birthday celebrations in one house alone! We raised ducks, dogs and kids, had guinea pigs, hamsters, fish and a bird. We had life and survived a few deaths. We LIVED in that house. Even now there is a part of every one of us that is attached to that house. My husband met one of his best friends while living there. Mark Kolbe moved back into his childhood home, with his wife and daughter, right next door to us. Mark and Kevin were two of a kind and remain close friends even four years after we moved over a thousand miles away.
These days we live in Florida. It's been a huge adventure! We lived in a seasonal rental on Hutchinson Island for a couple of months then moved into the biggest, nicest house we have ever lived in, in Stuart, Florida. We made a few fair-weather friends in that neighborhood and moved on to Port St. Lucie. Possibly the most diverse neighborhood around! We had Marie and Gabe next door who are Bahamian, Marylin and Rich, who are from Haiti, Lissi, who is Puerto Rican, Jussimara, who is from Brazil and Rene and Felo who are Italian and Puerto Rican. I got fresh coffee, right off the plane, straight from a Haitian farm! Puerto Rican style coffee, and brazillian cooking, and a little lesson in Spanish. My son made some of the best friends a kid could make and I loved that neighborhood! The different accents, experiences and food! Man, what a trip! I sure won't be losing those phone numbers. From Port St. Lucie, you know the rest. Our next adventures lie to the south.
