Me and my memories

I am not a patient person.
I never was.
I doubt by now, that I will change.
Some people know this about me and have adjusted quite well.

I also, for all the moving and changing of locations that we do, enjoy staying put somewhere .
Not that I won't wish I were going here or there but sometimes it is comforting to know that Here is where I will be.
Here is where I will stay.
Here , is the place I love.

I sort of had that feeling as soon as we saw our apartment, when we were house hunting here in Buenos Aires.
Walking into the high ceilinged rooms, the shiny old wooden floors, the French doors everywhere, my heart gave a little pitty pat and I thought, This is it.
I sort of expected to live here forever.
Or at least many many years.

We made it exactly the way we wanted it and the way my imagination thought it should be according to all the images stored in my memories of rooms in French homes.
Paris and France were all I had to think of when imagining how the rooms in our new home would look.
My husband has an amazing eye for chandeliers and he often sees things much better than I .. in his mind, as working or not working.
We make a good team.

We had 3 realtors look at the apartment for estimates.
Each had different ideas.
We are using the realtor that we used when we bought it.
It only seems right .. we will come full circle with him .

I am looking at homes in the US .. houses.
Private houses on properties where there are trees and some have brooks or ponds and all have privacy and you cannot see the neighbour, often you cannot see the street.
But what you can see is trees, sky, mountains, and green.
It will be a nice change .
The quiet will also be nice.
I imagine myself lying in bed the first nights, twitching at every strange sound, wondering if someone is breaking in, is there a bear in the kitchen ?

In our building, you must have a key to get in the front door, then 2 keys to get into the apartment.
No one lets you in, if someone comes to the door, you go down the elevator and let them in.
Security is of the utmost importance here.

How will it feel to be in a house with no Porter ?
Just a door between me and Out There.

I miss Pup every day, I am sure I will miss him there too.
We will have to get a new dog.
We like to have a dog and I have the feeling that a dog is a good thing to have when you live in a house in the woods.

So now we just wait.
People come and look and admire and one of them will want to live here too.
Then we will go.

Until then, every day we go for walks and sit in cafes and parks and soak up the atmosphere and enjoy the place and always, the People.
If only I could bring them all back with me and my memories.