We arrived with only the clothes on our backs and the shoes on our feet and now all our shoes and clothes are used, secondhand, recycled, bought from thrift stores and Salvation Army booths as we went our way towards here and now. All our clothes are in heaps in our closets. They are ill-fitting and itchy.
Summer 1986
In home improvement, home repair, house, house remodelers on September 14, 2009 at 4:06 pmThe door needs repair. The windows need repair. The kitchen needs repair. The bathroom needs repair. The living room needs repair. The garage needs repair. The deck needs repair. The basement needs repair. There’s not a chair in the house that can hold my ass. Not a table to eat on. The bulbs are all busted. The knobs are all loose. All the hinges squeak. The closet doors are lopsided. The beds are on the floor.
Summer 1986
In residential furniture moving truck company on September 10, 2009 at 8:58 pmWe move in to the new neighborhood. The residential furniture moving truck company has gone to great lengths at handling our things. From home to plane to ship to home the move has been physically smooth but emotionally wrought and wracking. My brother and I slump against each other’s back on the backseat and listen idly to Mom humming a tune. Dad is leading the carpool to our new home. The residential furniture moving truck company follows lead, snaking through quiet streets, past sleeping houses, across empty playgrounds. I fall asleep on the last ten minutes of the drive. I wake up to Mom and Dad closing the car doors. They stand beside the car, looking at our new home. The residential furniture moving truck company pulls up beside us. Here we are.
