Thursday, September 27, 2012

And so it begins

The end of a certain part of family history, that is . . .

Today TRQ told me and my sister-in-law Becky over lunch that the nuns' house where we have stayed for years on Capistrano Beach is being sold.  We'll never stay there with our families again.  And the truth is that whoever is buying it will tear it down and build a Kardashian-type home.

The funny thing is that the whole time we were there this summer, I had the strongest feeling that this would likely be our last time in that house together, which made me deeply sad.  Because you know that's how I like to do sad.  Deeply.

As it turned out, we didn't have enough beds, so I spent most of the week sleeping in the courtyard under the stars, listening to surf pound beneath a waxy moon.  I let the all of it--the sounds, the smells, the sights-- settle in my pores so I could remember.

All good things must.


6 comments:

James said...

This is very sad, but the post is elegantly written. I wish I would have written that. Actually, I wish the Nuns were not selling that piece of heaven, but if they have to sell it, your words are a beautiful of reminder of a very good thing indeed.

Lisa B. said...

This makes me sad. Places that are precious to us, and to which we have returned so many times--it's good to soak in what we love about them, because nothing, nothing is permanent. So sorry to hear it.

Alyosha said...

Oh my gosh! I was JUST down there this afternoon! I love it there. My in-laws rented a house for the week and we went down to visit. So curious--which house is the nun's house?

Donna said...

Oh....I hate that. I know what you mean I hold on to everything. I "take pictures with my heart" which goes to my lowest Talulah moments. Being dramatic is how I roll. Catastrophic statements are my signature piece....and if they aren't embellished they aren't worth listening to. I am for whom, "don't let facts get in the way of a good story" was written.
Why are the Nuns selling?

Julie Cannon said...

Noooooo!!! I am so depressed. I mean, deeply depressed, as you said. I dream about that place, look forward to the next year before we even leave...oh, this just makes me want to cry.

Margy said...

You have totally captured it, Ann. My heart is aching right along with you.