This weeks Illustration Friday got me to thinking about how my mum and dad are about to move out of the house I was born and grew up in.
They are both in their seventies and need the extra cash moving to a smaller place would bring to live out their years in some comfort. Besides Dad isn’t so active anymore and can’t keep on looking after the big garden with the chicken coups, vegetables and flowers.
In a few weeks I’ll head on back there for one last look around.
As much as I may have hated the people in the town I grew up in, I always kind of liked the house.
It was always just big enough to hide away in.
Being able to hide is very important when growing up.
Anyway, back to momentum – moving on and all that. Ever since I left home back in ‘89 I have lived at nearly 20 different addresses – never staying in one place more than two years.
My parents have lived in their house for almost 50 years.
I feel very scared for them.