When is the exact moment that love and enjoyment turn into abandonment, broken and forgotten?  Is there a certain second, a thought, or a decision?  Someone brought a chair to this house.  Maybe a person ran down the staircase, excited to answer the door, welcoming guests to a dinner party.  Unhappy people don’t usually paint their walls green.  Was it death, divorce, a sudden move, that left this house to fend for itself?

If someone fell in love with the house and gently restored it, it would bloom and become beautiful once again.  Is that what love is?  Does it matter that someone might fix it up to sell for profit, never really seeing the beauty of the house itself?  What if it’s torn down to make room for something new, leaving it forgotten forever?

Houses know love and they know sadness as well. I talk to my house.  Tell it I love it, thank it for taking good care of me and I say goodbye and hello, when I leave and return.  Houses have feelings and they can be unhappy if there’s fighting and hatred, violence and misery.  Our emotions stain their walls and floors, seeping into the studs and foundations.  If we want to live in a happy place, we need to love where we live and make sure our space knows how we feel about it.

These things can apply to people as well.

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9 Responses to Abandoned…

  1. ‘m so deeply touched by this beautifully written affection Gigi. I must think of the house my father lived in and how I watched it deteriorate after his death. The State claimed imminent domain on it to pursue an express highway through his land. We truly can love a home. ❤

  2. It’s always fascinated me, and asking, “Whats the story with that place?”. Houses, libraries, hospitals. It’s a bizarre phenomenon, isn’t it? To just up and leave…everything.

    And, yeah, it can, and does, most definitely happen to humans.

    • I always ask those questions. How do they become abandoned? All buildings. Warehouses, everything? I can think a million uses for buildings and it seems that to keep them in good order is a lot cheaper than renovating them from scratch. By the way, my grandson saw his surgeon today and he’s doing fantastic. He doesn’t need therapy because he moves so much the doctor said he’s fine. He didn’t follow any of the instructions and it helped. He told him not to get hit, no weight lifting or push ups, etc. but he’s going down for the St. Pat’s parade and the doctor said he can’t get shoved or hit. My daughter said, “You don’t have any teenagers, do you.” His kids are little.” LOL She just shook her head. He asked if anything he said would matter and they both said, “No.”

  3. He’s a teenager, no surprises. I do the same thing but my perfect daughter follows the rules. Go figure. She’s a perfectionist. We all drive her insane. I taught her not to follow rules but it’s an innate thing. Makes her very god at what she does and that’s a good thing. I kind of feel sorry for her surrounded by the rest of us. Wears her out. We are who we are.

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