As I was cleaning out closets in the house we're moving into—my childhood home—I found this basket of shells. They'd been sitting there since 1982.
My mother left the basket behind after my parents divorced and she moved out, and I hung on to it, like I did a lot of things (come swim in my pool!). My mother always wanted to live by the beach, but my father thought that was impractical.
This summer, she and my step-father moved to a house by the ocean, and yesterday I gave her back the shells.
I'm taking this as a sign that everyone is where they are supposed to be.
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I moved to the shore when I was 12. Loved the bay hated the ocean. Never liked to sit out in the sun and hate sand.
Now I live in the mountains and have never been happier.
Maybe you are right.
Enjoy your new home. I truly wish you much joy.
Want a goat? Marion needs a new home...it would be GREAT housewarming gift.
heh
Nice...
Oh I love happy endings..
I was not expecting this post to be sweet with a title like that. :P
Good luck with the move - bet you can't wait to leave Mulletville in your rear-view mirror!
Did your Mom enjoy the basket? That would have made me smile. It's one of those "All those years..." moments.
Good luck with the move!
aw, that really made me smile. Best wishes for your move and much happiness in your "new" home. (p.s I bet your mom was thrilled!)
Go with that. Happy moving too!
Did you know that conch is actually pronounced "conk"? I didn't either until recently. Unless I'm being punked.
Good luck on your move! :)
Good sign!
Conch you see how lovely they are?
What? well, excuuuuuse me.
Love it. I hope you are happier where you move to.
I think that's sweet...
Great philosophy! I miss living by the water though.... It was one of those things that I didn't realize what I had until it was gone.
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