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Genre: Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100
It’s one of those “the muse is tired and not speaking much.” Holidays on the horizon and my mind is going in too many directions. So I revamped an oldie from the Weekend Writing Prompt. 😀 Enjoy.
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
My parents bought a single-story house in 1956. Moving from a tiny apartment with two small children, the house seemed like a palace.
When mom and dad passed, Jan and I bought my brother’s half of our inheritance and moved in with our three rambunctious sons.
At the time it seemed like a good idea since it was a nicer part of town with better schools.
After twenty-five years, we moved from the nine-hundred-fifty-square-foot cracker box and declining neighborhood.
When asked why empty nesters would buy a house three times larger, with vaulted ceilings we grin and reply, “Breathing room.”
A few pictures below. Mostly taken four years ago. But you get the idea.
Three times the size of that little house, to us, this place is a castle. We bought it 17 years ago and I still love it!
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple 