It is now 3:30am, and I cannot sleep. Not sure why because the last week or so has been exhausting trying to get everything packed up and ready for the movers to arrive on Saturday. Maybe it is because we are about to enter our last day in our home, after which we will have no "home" for about a year. Maybe I am just a little sadder, a little more anxious than I had anticipated. Most likely, it is a combination of the three that is causing my sleeplessness. So, I am down at the computer reading Allyson's most recent post where she wrote about prized possessions, and how when going through the exercise of down-sizing one's life, you begin to realize what is truly important to you. I think I have known this all along, but other than my two-tuner Tivo, I think my other prized possession is this house.
It is this house because over the past three years, it has been the gathering point of our friends and family. A place where everyone felt super-comfortable and would come to play games, have dinner, be lazy, or to simply catch-up on each other's lives. It is our friends and family that are most important to us, and this house (in particular) has been a major part of that San Francisco experience. Below I offer up some evidence of that (just a few).
Over the past three years, we have ...
Hosted not one, but two big Thanksgiving dinners
Helped friends prepare for their wedding dance
Had the gang over for many, many game nights
Threw a kickin' Prom Night 1989
Offered a warm and fun place for friends and family from out-of-town
Sleepovers and the mornings after
Must go back to sleep for a couple of hours. ..........
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