I want to live there. But we haven't even started med school yet, so you're going to have to live there for a little while longer...just until Brad starts...and then finishes.
It must have broken your heart to make that video.You're really selling? Where will you live?
I can't seem to get the same lump out of my throat that came when my grandparents passed away and their farm was sold to a stranger. Those apple trees, those hay bales, those alfalfa fields--they were MINE once and now I am a trespasser. My favorite memories of your house, Sister Morgan, are the porch, the orang-y sunlight, the singing around campfires, the small bathroom, the river--yes, even after we tipped the canoe--and Sister Morgan's soft greenish-yellow bathrobe I wore while I sat there shaking until S.M. took care of me in a mothering sort of way, which she claims she doesn't have.That's what I was trying to express when I said it must have broken your heart to make the video.
I'll take it. I can make a down payment now of $50, and it'd be great if we could keep the monthly house payment around there as well. Does that work?Speaking of memories in this house: I owe you a pair of socks, Sister Morgan.
Why I want to sell and go from here? Six words? Seven ducks shot last week--Heartache!Our parties were not the house though. For me, it was a great place to heal. (The vid was a tribute to that healing.) And you were a part of the healing. YOU were the parties and the memories, and that will never go away. Let's make a pact to that.
I'm in. PACT!
I'll buy it. If you can just hold off for 6 or so more years, we'll be back and can do it! I love your house. I remember one day Shalese, Millie, Travis and I came out and you weren't there. I was about to move back home after some rough times and I was terrified. We took your canoe out on the river and paddled for at least an hour. The sky was grey with clouds and it was still somewhat cold because it was early spring. I really believe that that helped sustain me in the months to come.Where are you planning on moving?
PS: I love that song. Sarah's version is one of my favorites.
I don't know where I'm going. Don't care. It'll come when it comes. I'm just tired of watching the deer crossing the lawn in the early mornings, then hearing shots. Makes me too sad. And, yes, the river was good for all of us, wasn't it? Maybe I'll still be here when you get ready to buy.
Come live close to me!
I'm a little late, but I'm in on the pact.
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