October Means Change?

 

Seasonally, October is definitely a time of change.  The leaves change color.  (And this year the colors have been absolutely gorgeous.)  The temperature changes.  (I'm not too thrilled with the drop below 40, but...).  The air and the smells in the air change. 

But maybe there's more to it than that?  Just this week I noticed a "Coming Soon" sign from a real estate agent on the front lawn on the house next door.  The house that was once my family home for over 40 years.  The house that was officially sold at the end of October 7 years ago.

And if I recall correctly (and this was a long time ago), we moved to that house (when I was only 6) in October.  I could be wrong; after all that is a LONG time ago, but it seems to me that it was then when we moved approximately 1/2 miles from the house that I lived in with my parents from birth to 6 to this slightly larger house right next door to my grandparents.

While I'm sure the house that I lived in for the first 6 years of my life has changed on the inside (surely the pink bathroom has been updated), the outside has stayed mostly the same.  The color on the outside has changed from white with green shutters to yellow/gold with brown shutters, but otherwise everything else seems to have stayed the same.  I don't think I've been inside since I was in elementary school, but in my mind I can still see the knotty pine in the kitchen, the stairs at the back of my parent's bedroom that lead to the two small rooms on the second floor (it wasn't much of a second floor) and the storage closet/attic space in what was once my bedroom.  (When I was "old enough" to move to the 2nd floor since the only bathroom in the house was on the first.)  Perhaps someday I'll muster up the courage to knock on the door and try to get a peak.

The house that I really grew up in (the one that is for sale), has definitely changed since it changed hands in October of 2019.  It needed change and although I've never been inside since the house was purchased, major changes have been made both inside and out.  (Which in some way makes it a little easier to live next door because it no longer bares much resemblance to the place I called home for decades.)  The interior most definitely has to have been improved.  The exterior?  Well I still mourn the loss of all the trees that were cut down, especially the lovely dogwood in the front yard, which my son (when he was much younger) would climb with ease.  (Any one could.)  I'll admit to crying when over a dozen trees came down.  (And of course I blogged about it:  https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2019/11/the-death-of-trees.html)

I wonder who and what will come next.  Will the two car garage that was converted into a one car with a large shop/work space remain or will it revert back to a multi-car garage?  Will the patio cease to be a place to park vehicles and be used as a patio?  What will happen to the mound of dirt (that has since been covered with some plant life) with a patio umbrella sticking out of it remain?  (I hope not!)  Will the new owner plant trees to block out the business that lies at the end of the property?  (I am so grateful for the trees that were planted at the back of my property which protects it somewhat from this and makes the house mostly invisible from the major thoroughfare in the distance.)

October is quickly coming to a close.  Change continues.  It always does.