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Waitin’ For A Truck Load Of Soul

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The house next to mine has been a home to friends and memories.

It was built more than twenty years ago for a quiet guy my age who lived there alone. It gradually became livelier when he married and the kids started coming. Eventually he and his wife did the math that told them there was either too little house or too many children. They moved on…

…and then…

…someone else moved in the next day. This neighbor was an architect. He was a fun guy to hang out with. He was divorced and had two little girls close to my son’s age. Eventually he remarried and it became apparent that the house’s child limit would again be exceeded. They moved on…

…and then…

…someone else moved in the next day. A boy a year older than my son moved in, with parents in tow, to take over the house. Being friends and neighbors with that family took us from visiting the boy in intensive care, to celebrating his high school graduation.

Recently, long conversations in our front yards turned to a wave and a duck back into the garage by the neighbors on those rare occasions they were outside the house. Something wasn’t right in the house next door. They moved on…

…but…

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…there was no warning this time. No for sale sign. No “thanks for everything” conversation. No promise to stay in touch. The house was full, then the house was empty. They aren’t coming back. No one is coming to replace them.

I heard that it was sudden. A rental truck being loaded with furniture, boxes and memories. A solemn man receiving papers from a sheriff’s deputy. They were all gone before lunch when the truck vanished around the corner.

The windows are dark. The pumpkin on the porch is collapsing on itself. The house has never spent a day without a soul before now.

I’m looking for a truck load of soul to turn the corner and come save the house.

I guess I should go clean up the pumpkin.

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32 Comments on “Waitin’ For A Truck Load Of Soul”

  1. Sorry about your neighbours, Oma!

    How do pumpkins always seem to find you?

    Wendy

  2. Such a sad story ending…of course, it’s not really an ending. There will be another chapter. These trying times get to the best of us, don’t they?

  3. Betty says:

    So sad for your old neighbors. Hope you don’t get any crazies for the next round.

  4. Kim Pugliano says:

    You turned something so sad into something so beautiful!!!

  5. Katybeth says:

    That house sounds lonely and sad…when you clean up the pumpkin perhaps you can reassure it that someone will come along again soon…and while you both wait for the truck to arrive….maybe give it a reassuring pat on the door…

    • omawarisan says:

      It is really sad to see. It is so different than when they were just out of town for a few days. The lights are out and you cant necessarily say it is empty, but I swear I can feel that it is when I look at it in the morning as I leave for work.

  6. Todd Pack says:

    This was really nicely written, Oma. It’s sad enough losing your neighbors under the best of conditions, but something like this can be really unsettling.

  7. planetross says:

    There is a house on the right of mine that has an older woman living it (she’s always friendly and there), the rental house to the left is occupied by ??? (they are there, but I never see them), and 4 unit apartment to the left has 2 steady users and 2 transients. One of the transients gave me a cabbage one night and has a big truck (farmer), the other looks hot and I’ll have to investigate further. 🙂 … no cabbages yet though.
    I’ll probably be here the longest eventually, but everyone treats me like a foreigner for some reason. hee hee!

  8. planetross says:

    corrections: “in it” in the first line. “an a 4 unit apartment” in the third line.

  9. jammer5 says:

    Too true today, poetic and sad at the same time. Not an easy accomplishment.

  10. Omawarison says:

    They got kicked out? Dang…feel kinda bad…

  11. linlah says:

    An empty house is better than a neighbor screaming at her children and the indecision of whether or not to report such behavior.

  12. Laura says:

    Sorry about your neighbors. One of the saddest things about this is that it looks like they felt compelled to isolate themselves from their friends and neighbors at a time when they probably could have used some emotional support.

  13. Abe's Blog says:

    An excellent post, Oma. Very poignant. There is a lot of this going around. We’ve managed to survive so far.

    • omawarisan says:

      Thank you sir. I’m glad we’re both getting by. It is a lot more common than it ought be, but this is the first time it has whizzed by my head and hit the wall near my ear.

  14. Good neighbors are hard to find too. Bummer.

  15. Brooke says:

    It’s sad to lose good neighbors. Our next door neighbors sold their house in six days… and didn’t say goodbye. I was a little sad because I always shared my treats with them. Heaven knows the hubs and I couldn’t eat an entire cake before it went bad so I’d take half to them. But no more. Boo.


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