I am turning 49 on April 29, which still seems so insane to me. I don’t *feel* 49… I just feel like me! And after talking with others, that seems par for the course, so I’m totally good. :-)
Forty-four years ago, my mother gave me the most wonderful doll for Christmas. The doll was blond with two braids and wore a flannel blue-and-white flowered nightgown that my mother made, and she made a matching one for me too. I named her April (after the month I was born) and she’s upstairs in my bedroom as I write this, waiting to move to our next home.
(I need a photo of April, but I forgot I actually packed her already. WOOPS! haha)
In Seattle I lived in strange basement apartment where every surface was painted gray. My roommates and I named it the Rat Cellar. Our landlord was a strange little dude named Wally who had our heaters set on a timer, so we froze to death in that battleship-gray hell hole. But it was my first apartment where I realized that one thing that made you an adult was deciding to eat nothing but chips and salsa for dinner — and also the sad fact that no one else was around to buy the TV Guide for you.
I eventually moved to another shared house, this time a mansion in the U District near the frats. I had a HUGE room on the third floor where one entire wall was nothing but windows, complete with french doors that opened onto a balcony. A freaking balcony. That was a very peaceful room, except it was surrounded by fraternities. LOL Not so peaceful.
My little doll April and I then moved to the Glamour Mansion where we had four roommates - three boys and a girl we never saw until she came wobbling home drunk while pushing her Vespa scooter (because she’d crashed into something… again. She’d ride the alleys so the cops wouldn’t catch her drunk driving, I suppose, but then she’d regularly crash into garbage cans… really nice).
The Glamour Mansion was followed by my nanny years. A gorgeous little studio apartment in the home of two little boys who are now grown men in their thirties, which is totally insane to think about. To put it in perspective, they are the same ages as Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth. WHAT!
Nine years later, I was done with college, I graduated, and I packed my things and left for Neah Bay with my future husband.
We then married, and then moved to a small town near Olympia, then down the Oregon Coast where the cheese flows freely… up to Astoria, then back to Washington to rent two different homes for a few years, and then back to Astoria last year on Valentine’s Day.
And today we’re buying a home here in Astoria. Once it’s funded and records, we should be getting keys Friday — on my birthday!