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category_bug_journal2.gif At last, yesterday, a day late, my New York apartment was legally handed over to a new owner.

Anyone who has ever bought or sold a home knows the ceremony: a bunch of people – lawyers, brokers, bankers, title company representative, buyer, seller and usually one or two unidentified others - gather in a room to sign a whole lot of documents and exchange little rectangular pieces of paper that represent money. A property is then legally and officially transferred from one party to another.

People who deal in real estate for a living experience no sentiment in these transactions. But for someone selling a home, which is more than a house, there are emotional entanglements. Attachment. Devotion. Affection. Memories.

I hadn’t understood how a building, a wood, brick, stucco, etc. structure devoid of living qualities, can worm its way into your heart until, years ago, I made curtains (over several winters) for all 35 windows in a house I had in upstate New York. Until I had refinished several oaken cabinets overlaid with layers of cheap paint that came with that house. And reclaimed the gardens that had lain fallow for half a decade or more.

I had no idea until then that the more of yourself you put into what is, in reality, only shelter, the more it becomes a part of you. Even more important are the memories of people – family, friends, incidents funny and sad, parties, dinners, joys and sorrows - that build up over the years and move a home way out of the shelter category and into something much more – a personal sense of place…

And I didn’t experience a whit of those feelings in letting go of my New York home yesterday, not a drop.

I’m surprised and I’m not surprised. It’s taken a year to effect this move from New York to Maine and it’s mostly relief I feel in at last getting it done. In an hour, I trek off to Pennsylvania to pick up my nifty new car and then Tuesday, a farewell to Manhattan as Ollie the cat and I make our way north.

There is one more closing, next Thursday, to purchase our new home in Portland – an apartment free of attachment yet with a world of new memories to be created there.


Good luck Ronni !!

Good luck settling in. I'm sorry we didn't get to meet as you were leaving NYC and I was coming new to the city...
Any bloggers in NYC left who want to meet?

Whew..Ronni I share your sense of relief as you finally close on the apartment in New York.

You and Ollie will have many pleasant adventures in Portland as you build a new life there.

(There is a book in here somewhere)
Think about it.

Hi Ronni,
I know what you mean about getting 'attached' to a place. One house I had developed bad problems with cracking and cost an arm and a leg to fix. Eventually we put it to rights and sold it. I thought I would wave goodbye happily, but no, when the time came it was the good things that I remembered and had a good cry as we drove away. As it turned out - leaving the vacuum cleaner in the driveway, as it was the last thing to come out!
[first time visitor]

I have moved LOTs and absolutely refuse to get attached to any place, because it would break my heart thinking that I had to leave all those good and bad times. My place is in my head and I am keeping it there.

I am saying "Wow" a lot lately. In this case the word is just a short vowel transformation away from "Whew" both of which reflect my feelings for you and your journey.

Have a nice trip with Ollie and be careful he doesn't get tangled up in your feet while you're driving.
Your Mom, ummm i mean


I am with Tabor; "place is in my head." So much in life is just temporary; temporary sometimes being many years.

Place, for me, is a composite of all the places I've ever lived. Place, for me, is really those who have peopled those places. And then, there are virtual places, like here.....

Glad you're finally on another leg of your northern journey, Ronni.

Oh, how I connect with that long, deep moment of hitting the road...

Safe journey, Ronni.

Ronni, I sure could identify with you describing your upstate NY house--that's the way my house in Torrance where I raised my kids was. I love my current townhome, but I think I could walk away like you are doing. Look forward to hearing about settling in in your new Maine digs.

Hi Ronni,

Congratulations with the sale of your NY house. Finally.
I have been following your journey to Maine and am happy you are now free to build a new life there.
I was in Maine once, Memorial Day weekend 1988, and I absolutely loved it there.
In Portland you are close to that wonderful visionairy, educator, scientist Seymour Papert.
I hope you will look him up.
Good luck with your move, in that wonderful car, and signing for the new house.
Much love!

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