We are renting a house that is quite literally 5 minutes away from our old house. (The house we still own, by the way- ugh. A little tip; Short sale-ing a house = repeated swift kicks to the groin)
If I stood on the roof of this house, I could probably SEE the other house. It's that close.
The other night over family dinner, my Mom casually mentioned "Well now that you live on the other side of town..." I just about fell out of my chair. It takes about the same amount of time to get to my parents' house as it did from our last house. It just feels longer. Mainly because most of the stretch you are driving down is a poorly maintained, dimly lit, very bumpy two-lane road with large expanses of open desert on both sides.
I will never forget the reaction my Mom had as I drove her over to see the new house for the first time. She was in the car behind me and I was watching her facial expression from my rearview mirror. It was the stuff of sheer comedy. I could just see what she was thinking and it went a little something like this:
"Are we still on [enter street she is very familiar with]?"
"I didn't know this road went out this far!"
"Gee... we've been driving for... a while now! When are we going to get there?"
"There is just NOTHING out here! Where will she get her groceries from?! "
"Ok- this can't be right."
"She's taking me out in the middle of nowhere... possibly to kill me."
"I think I saw this once on CSI. They found a body in this desert."
"Did she move to CALIFORNIA?"
"Is this going to be HOUSE... or a cave on the side of the mountain?"
Luckily, by the time we arrived at the house, she had composed herself and was nothing but positive and upbeat about the new digs.
So while I still live about the same distance away- I now live ACROSS TOWN! I should try and tell her that we a big well pump in our backyard where we have to get our water. She just might believe it.
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