As we continue our countdown of the most popular posts on Mamamia this year – this little one was one of our absolute favourites in the office.
Nat is our site co-ordinator, who first started work as an intern many years ago and has now become one ripper of a writer.
Here she talks about the feelings she had when her parents decided to sell the family home. A lovely Christmas Day read…
by NATALIA HAWK
The announcement comes after dinnertime. Mum turns off the television and asks for our attention.
“We’re selling the house and moving to Queensland,” she says, looking down at the table. There is so much in her voice. Excitement, but mostly apprehension and the sadness that comes with anticipating a big move.
Her announcement doesn’t exactly come as a shock. After working hard for many years, my parents have spent the last few mapping out a long retirement in Coolum Beach with only the sunshine and golf courses for company. Mum plans to finally get herself a dog – someone to give her “unconditional love”, she likes to joke.
My brother and I are happy for them to experience their new adventure. We toast with champagne and then move onto other topics of conversation.
And yet, several hours later, I go to take a shower and find myself in tears, trying to comprehend how we’re possibly ever going to let go of this house – the house I grew up in.
The house is red brick, with a big cream garage door and a wooden front door. There are tall, pruned trees lining the path to the front door and fairy lights strung across the back fence. Inside, the smell of fresh laundry lingers on the cream walls and enormous windows that flood every room with light.
The house also has ugly tiles that get mossy if they don’t get cleaned with a high-pressure hose, moths that refuse to vacate the pantry and birds that keep dive-bombing the roof and dislodging charcoal tiles.
To the untrained eye, the house is completely unremarkable. A typical suburban family home, surrounded by other typical family homes.