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What a difference a year makes…

What a difference a year makes….

 

One year ago, at this time I was scared. I was nervous. I was sad.

 

I dashed to the beach one last time, with my paper cup of coffee and sat there and cried. All that remained in our house was the coffee maker, our pillows, some toiletries, a change of clothes, Lucy’s litter box, and her bowls. I called my mom, in tears.

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“You make choices in this world. You chose to leave. And now you have to choose to be happy or sad,” she said. “You can continue to sit on the beach and cry or you can smile and think of all the wonderful memories you had there.”

 

I smiled and cried. I wiggled my toes in the sand one last time and walked slowly to my house, my home for only a few moments more…

 

Lucy was freaking out. She had been for days. After all, little by little everything she knew disappeared. I sensed she worried her dad and I would disappear too. I showered quickly. More quickly than I would have liked. I wanted to cherish the last few moments, but I also didn’t want to prolong the inevitable.

 

Dressed I gazed out my bedroom window, enjoying the view of the beach one last time. I was memorizing it, even though the sight was already deeply instilled in my mind and heart. “Hilary, we got to go. NOW!” My husband bellowed from downstairs. “Lucy is losing it.”

 

I ran downstairs, feeling sorry for my cat. Worried about her. And worried how she’d handle the trip. We practiced driving with her, of course. But this time it was for real. We were leaving home. She was leaving home.

 

Lucy handled the trip better than I expected. During the hour plus ride, I kept my tears at bay. I knew if was upset she’d sense it; she’d get upset. I didn’t want to do that to her. Marc and I kept the conversation light and the music calming. But both our minds raced. This was it. There was no turning back. We are going to the new house, a place still so far from being a home.

 

Eventually, we pulled into the driveway. I carried Lucy in her travel bag, whispering words of encouragement, words of love, every step of the way. We opened the door and released her from her bag. Immediately she spotted all HER things scattered about. I was almost able to see the smile on her face. She sniffed and searched every inch of the house. Hours later she was out cold in her tree house we placed by one of the windows.IMG_1642

 

We didn’t have a kitchen. The walls were only partially done. There was pretty much no furniture, and still tons of construction to complete. We were living in a house, not a home. But we had each other, and we had our future ahead of us.

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We were starting a new chapter in our life. It was night one. And we toasted to it…

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Hilary Grossman

Hilary Grossman is the author of Plan Bea and Dangled Carat. By day, she works in the booze biz. By night she hangs out with her "characters." She has an unhealthy addiction to denim and high heel shoes. She's been known to walk into walls and fall up stairs. She only eats spicy foods and is obsessed with her cat, Lucy. She loves to find humor in everyday life. She likens life to a game of dodge ball - she tries to keep many balls in the air before they smack her in the face. She lives on the beach in Long Island. To find out more of what Hilary is up to check out her Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/HilaryGrossmanAuthor

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14 thoughts on “What a difference a year makes…

  1. The photos you’ve shared with us of your new home in the past year show how awesome it is! No wonder Lucy loved it from the start.

    P.S. When Sparkle and the other two cats moved into the house we’re all living in now, they cried the whole three blocks there (yes, they only moved three blocks – and a world away – from the old house). But once they were released from their carriers, my human said the expressions on their faces were like, “Oh, this blows doors on the old house!” They loved it instantly.

    1. Summer – thanks. We really worked hard and made this house an amazing home… I wonder if cats have the same perception of time and distance as we do… I wonder if the 3 blocks sparkle & crew traveled felt just as far as the hour Lucy had to stay in the car…

    1. sweet purrfections – you are so right. Cats really can teach us a lot… Alex taught me how to always be brave…

  2. The fear behind moving is you are comparing memories of your life in one home to no memories in a new home.
    We purr the past year has generated lots of happy memories with the promise of many more 🙂
    Indeed, what a difference a year makes 🙂
    Purrs Georgia,Julie and JJ

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