Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Screw This, Let's Go To Kauai!!

Two years ago, I bought this beautiful townhouse in a quiet neighborhood. And for the record,  I know what you're thinking, Who buys a townhouse when they can buy a real house? 

Well (sigh) I used to live in a "real" house. It was five bedrooms and 4,000 square feet with a two car garage on a quarter acre of land. Nice flat landscape with trees along the perimeter. Lovely property.  

Terrible memories.

It's a testament to how toxic my marriage was back then that I chose to move into a cramped cockroach infested apartment on the wrong side of the tracks with four anxiety-prone kids rather than live one more day in that house. 

The separation lasted a year. Then came the divorce.

After 18 months on the top floor of an apartment that too often smelled of cigarette smoke and urine, my kids and I were thrilled when we walked into the townhouse where we now live. It was February. Sunlight streamed in through the sliding glass doors off the eat-in kitchen. It had been snowing, but the coldness didn't stop the sun as I walked onto the deck and looked up. There was a tree, tall and majestic, spreading its branches wide against the chill blue sky. 

I fell in love. 

Perhaps that was irrational, but love doesn't have to makes sense. I closed on the house quickly over the next six weeks, moving the kid's beds over first while I slept on the floor.

Two years have since passed and in a poetic twist of fate, every time I flushed a toilet yesterday, water started bubbling up from the drain of the downstairs shower. The plumber came with a giant snake and a camera to find the problem. He told me tree roots had grown into a drainpipe and spent several minutes walking around the house in an attempt to find the nefarious culprit. 

It was the tree. The one I fell in love with. We will snake the pipe and eventually replace it, but that tree is part of our family now. I will not cut it down. 

And yet the title of this blog post is "Screw this, let's go to Kauai!"

I'd like to go to Kauai. I'd like to go kayaking in the ocean and swim with sea turtles, to relax on a white sand beach drinking cocktails under a big umbrella. To read all day. To write. And to have the freedom to pick up and move whenever I choose. 

But like the tree, I cannot do this.

I have roots.

8 comments:

  1. Lovely post. Yes having roots does that too us... keeps us rooted in a spot of a season or 3. There are people who choose to live a life with out roots, like being able to drift from place to place as they like, being able to live as the whim takes them, choosing a life without partners or children or careers or even pets. But I am a person who relishes her roots. I have been married to a good man for 35 years. We have 4 children who are young adults now, we have a house. We have pets. He is retired now and so we are able to travel more but we still spend lots of time at home cause we love our home and our community and our roots...

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    1. I envy you being married to a good man for 35 years. I wish very much that my first marriage had been salvageable. How nice it must be to travel more now that the kids have grown!

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  2. Being grounded is a virtue... and roots help us achieve it! Good read, an engaging post!
    Tree becoming part of life and family is something I can associate with, very easily. Whenever I visit my Mom's place, I make it a point to meet my childhood buddies, a mango tree and a guava tree! They make up an inseparable part of my childhood!
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    1. I have fond memories of trees and forests growing up. I loved the sound of the wind as it tussled branches, the peacefulness of sitting in the forest. Such lovely memories.

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  3. Our first house was lovely but was never home for me. But now, I am happily growing my roots in a place that I love. It's great when you find that special place. WeekendsInMaine

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    1. It certainly makes a difference when your house is more than four walls and a roof. Making where you live into a home really matters.

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  4. Beautiful sentiment, though you may be able to do both: go and then return home

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