Showing posts from April 2, 2017

Saying goodbye to my childhood home

As I walked out the door a final time, I tried to recall my earliest memories from my childhood home. Nothing really came to me.

I was only 5 years old when my family moved in, so my sketchy recollection is to be expected. Moving day is probably one of those shiny memories of my childhood that is covered in a muck of outdated passwords, old locker combinations and things like “negative b plus or minus radical b squared minus 4ac all over 2a.”
That’s the quadratic formula. It has really come in handy over the years.
Whatever the reason, I don’t remember a lot about my first few years at the house. But at least my last few days there are fresh memories. They’re from a few weeks ago, when I flew to Arizona to get a final look at the old digs and help my parents move into a retirement community.
My parents don’t seem to fit into an official “older, active lifestyle” setting, but my perspective is undoubtedly skewed by my own resistance to aging. My parents started a family a little later …