Every story comes to an end

This house was in my parent´s house for as long as I can remember

This house was in my parent´s house for as long as I can remember

I still remember the first time I went to Milton. It was a house that had certainly seen better days. Its gray walls with peeling paint, the distinctive smell of damp. The bathroom was tiny and the kitchen was a greasy hole. The room upstairs had a window the size of a dog door. The patio overlooked a hallway which walls were covered with moss. The rooftop had a dilapidated room full of garbage. As if it were yesterday, I can feel tears rolling down my face. I couldn´t believe my parents had bought that house.

My father said “don´t worry, I´ll fix it and it´ll be beautiful house”. It sounded more like wishful thinking than a plan. Secretly, I was thankful I didn´t have to live there. I had moved into my brother´s apartment.

My father fixed the house. He changed spaces. Where there was a kitchen now there was the main bathroom. Where there was a big bedroom now there was a very big kitchen, the room upstairs changed the dog door for a very big window, the dilapidated room on the rooftop became a green house, the hallways was cleaned up and the whole house was painted with bright and light colors. In less than a year it became a very beautiful house.

Life has funny ways. Lot of water under the bridge since then.

My brother´s death caused my moving into Milton for the first time. My parent´s death caused my moving into Milton for the last time. And Milton? It was growing old, little by little, witnessing our lives.

Every story comes to an end. It was time to say goodbye. And I couldn´t help but thinking that I was leaving the house in almost the exact same condition it was when I first saw it, with peeling walls, worn off colors, damp, completely damaged.

hall

hall

window overlooking a hallway

window overlooking a hallway

hall

hall

my parent´s bedroom looking at the living room

my parent´s bedroom looking at the living room

This is the room where my mother created the most amazing pieces of clothing

This is the room where my mother created the most amazing pieces of clothing

Main door from inside

Main door from inside

stairs to the rooftop

stairs to the rooftop

lady´s

lady´s

boy´s

boy´s

kitchen

kitchen

bathroom

bathroom

patio looking at the front door

patio looking at the front door

living room

living room

I went over the rooms, one by one, they were empty, silent. The feeling was that of a set, when the shooting is over and the lights go off and the actors leave. And there is silence, stillness.

And I turned the lights off and l shut the door.

tristeza

And I cried like the first time for the last time.

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14 thoughts on “Every story comes to an end

  1. Miss beautiful Ellen, you have a lovely way of writing your story to bring us along with you and to feel your emotions. I have moved so many times as a child and an adult, I was somewhat saddened that I would not be able to write such a story of my childhood. If only walls could talk and tell us all the stories and memories they have witnessed.

    That chapter is closed, as sad as it is. Had to come to an end. You will still be close by to remissness and hold your memories in your hands. To still feel the life that you once shared in this home.

    I cannot wait for you to move into your new home and start new memories to share with us. I love the window you open into your adventures, your life, and your spirit.

    • thanks Ellen, I cannot wait either!! but my life as a homeless person is part of those new memories you mention. There will come a time when I write to you “remember when I was homeless and I lived out of a suitcase? and we´ll laugh together! On the other hand is not that bad, it´s a learning experience, a new adventure

  2. Oh Ellen! This is so sad! The physical house Milton, with all of its history, is moving into the world of memories for you. I hope you have found a place to live in for now until the move into the new house where a new life awaits. Things do circle around don’t they? Milton is ready for new owners to make it beautiful again as you will with your new place.
    You are in transition and I am thinking of you and sending you hugs, smiles, and warm wishes.
    oxoxo

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