Dear Tree House,
I love you.
And I actually (for how much I say it,) don’t say that lightly at all.
You’ve been the best house, and it was totally a love affair between me and you from the moment you became our home.
Sure, we had another “married” home before you – but not one we picked together. Not one where I was considering someone else when I thought “this is PERFECT.”
You have been so perfect for us.
Your flowing floor plan has embraced countless friends as we celebrated birthdays, holidays, and Saturdays-with-no-other-good-reason.
Your high-and -lonesome location way above street level has allowed us to woop it up with burgers and dogs on my supah sweet Patio Caddy (google it, highrise folks, it will change your life,) and also to close ranks and “raise the draw-bridge” in times of crisis.
I adore you. I have from the second I walked into you and prayed that The Hub would love your generous, bright rooms, and GIANT balcony the way that I have – because I didn’t want to do without you.
I am not abandoning ship because I had this tiny person and everything I ever thought about you changed.
I adore you more than ever.
You are where my son lived the first year of his awesome life. You are immortalized in my mind. I will drive him by – like my parents have done with our first little house on sweet little Mason Circle – and I will point towards your balcony and say “there was your first house, Jr. I was SO proud of it, and of the family we grew while we were there.”
He will roll his eyes. He will demand to go to the Cherry Cricket for burgers like I promised him.
And some day – long after – he will get it. He will know that it was pretty cool that he was a total urban highrise kiddo back then. He will marvel at my mad parallel parking skills the way that my best friend Misty and I did the first time we came looking for my first apartment with my mom (who was raised in the city,) and she parallel parked the car in a tiny little city space like she was pulling a Yugo into a handicapped van space. (we were mesmerized, I assure you.)
You’ve been the best house.
Whoever buys you had better love you so much… and know of your fabulousness.
Oh how I have loved you so.
You are the best house. Let’s find you a fabulous next inhabitant so you can make fabulous memories for them too.