Forever frozen at 5:33 and 58 seconds.
We have had this clock for 13 years, as evidenced by the early 2000's wonder of wood with gold. It has served its purpose in the kitchen, not only telling time but serving to totally fuck with our minds every time Daylight Saving Time rolls around or when the battery dies. I noticed today that it was stuck and went to change the battery, but nope. Our old faithful time keeper hath kicked the bucket.
It is remarkably symbolic, as we are in the process of trying to pawn off sell our current home and either buy or build a new one. This house was our "starter house" that we bought 13 years ago, intending to stay for maybe 5 years, then move out into the country. Then...the economy happened, and our finances (and the equity in the house) took a huge hit because of course we bought at the height of the market. Then I decided to go back to school, and gas prices rose to $4/gallon for my lovely 1.5 hr (one way...) drive there...yeah.
So we climbed out of that hole, but in the meantime we made a lot of memories here. A lot of our children's firsts were in this house...Elizabeth's first dances, boyfriends, heartbreaks....our first screaming match...her graduation party. We brought Alexis and Charlie and Gabe home to this house. We've had many parties here, birthdays, Memorial Day, baptisms. We've had numerous pets come and go. The backyard has had many children running and playing in it. We have had thousands of meals, and millions of laughs, in this house.
It is bittersweet. I asked Elizabeth if she was upset that we were going to get a better house now that she is essentially out of it, and her response was that she could get a sweet wedding so no, not really (YES! One less thing for her to discuss in therapy!). Getting a different house will be a visible sign of our success...all of the people who thought I would never go anywhere or be anything because I happened to have a kid super young...all of the people who thought I was crazy for marrying a man who took me out to BFE...all of the people who doubted that I would ever be able to open a practice out here...yeah. We did it.
I look forward to making new memories in a new house, whether we build or buy. I guess I need to choose a new clock carefully, as it will keep the time not only in our old house, but the new.
No pressure though, right? Again, I really like to test the limits of my meds...
