Welcome to our humble home! Mom and I moved into together way back in 2006 and have lived in two apartments and a rented house before buying our house in April of this past year. It's been a long time coming but we're finally in our home and soon you will be too!
Our first apartment was with Auntie Bunnell in Worcester and was a large but drafty one floor apartment with two bedrooms and plenty of living space at 3 Wakefield Street. Other than the outrageous heating bills during the winter, a minor mouse infestation (we only killed 18 in two weeks!) and a loopy landlady, it was a nice place to live and we hosted many gatherings with our friends.
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| 3 Wakefield Street: your mom's and my first place together where we lived with Auntie Bunnell for a short time and then with a family of mice |
We then moved into a house right across from Lake Chargoggaggoggmancogmanhoggagogg (this is not a joke but the actual Native name) in Webster, Massachusetts with our friends, Chris and Nick in 2007 at 66 Birch Island Road. This was also a fun experience with many friendly gatherings but not without its own share of drafts and the added difficulty of getting accustomed to living among what we'll call Lake People. Living with Lake People (coincidentally the name of Mom's memoirs) involved seeing people sporting not just rat tails coming off their mullets but three rat tails coming off their mullets! It also involved a lot of seeing stuff about NASCAR and hearing about NASCAR. It was a great lesson in tolerance both for us living with Lake People but probably also for the Lake People who had to deal with us (since we never talked about NASCAR).
After a year in Webster, your mother and I returned once again to cohabitating without roommates in 2008 when we moved into a little one bedroom apartment back in Worcester at Redwood Hills on Sunderland Road. Space was tight but the heat was free so we enjoyed our nice, toasty apartment for the next three and a half years. It was the longest your mother and I had stayed in one place and it is where we planned both our wedding and our eventual house purchase! It was also the first time we had lived in a corporate owned apartment complex which meant that all we had to do was call maintenance when there was a problem. This was a vast improvement from calling the loopy or grizzled landladies we had in the past. The apartment complex also featured neighbors who, based on the smell, were either boiling babies for dinner or goats but fortunately it also had a pool and a grilling area which we didn't utilize particularly often but often enough to enjoy the outdoors and get away from horrible smells.
Living in a small apartment enabled us to save up enough money to buy a house. The one we selected was a split-level (Mom translation: raised ranch) in the town of Holden, Massachusetts in the village of Jefferson. Holden is much farther from work than the commute to which we were accustomed in Worcester but we love the town, love its shops and restaurants, love the school system for the future Scooter the Scholar and, most importantly, we love our house!
Our property is a little over one acre of land on a cul-de-sac (which is a fancy way of saying "dead end") with a big yard, a place for a pool and a quiet, tree filled area. Quiet that is until the Providence & Worcester Rail Road starts rattling and a train passes through our backyard every now and again! Mom and I think that you will love trains; I know I enjoy the train going by except when Mom and I are sleeping. Don't worry though, it doesn't happen often. In addition to our front row seat for the once or twice daily P&W RR show, the house came with a basketball hoop, a pool table AND horse shoe pits. Between that and the nature trails throughout the woods, there will be no shortage of activities for little boys like Amo and you!
Your mother and I have worked hard over the last several months to make the house into our home. At times it has seemed slow going but, at the end of the day, we have to remember that we have a lifetime to fill the house up with both furniture and memories. One important area to start is the nursery! The room is painted, we have your crib, your bureau and your bookshelf all set up and ready to go and soon we'll start organizing everything. We frequently walk by your room and look at the empty crib with smiles on our faces thinking about how soon you will fill it.
We can't wait for you to come home and we can't wait for you to put your stamp on the house (not literally. Please do not stamp anything on the walls, floors or furniture).
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| 66 Birch Island Road: the house wasn't as bad as it looks...it was worse! |
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| Red wood Hills, 382 Sunderland Road: where it's apparently legal to cook and consume human babies |
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| "Sale Pending" lacks the excitement of the traditional "SOLD!" sign but we took what we could get |
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| You will hear tales from your mother of when the living room was orange. Orange!, Scooter, orange! |
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| This is where you'll sleep. It is non-negotiable but we have added a mattress. We're not monsters after all |
All my love,
Dad
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