Dear...
Your Unsent Letters...Sent
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Young Couple
(I saw your names on the legal documents, but I'm sorry; I don't remember them),
I truly hope that you are settling into your new home well and comfortably. It's not a big house, I know, and yes, it could do with some improvements. But I sincerely hope you appreciate the home for what it is. It's a decent house; not fancy, not huge. But safe, secure, and filled with the spirits of a lot of love.
I remember the first time I ever saw that house. I loved it instantly. I did. It was so much better than anything else I'd seen up to that point. The kitchen was a little too brown, and the bathroom was altogether much too 70's, but other than that, it was pretty well perfect. From the moment I moved in, I was so happy. It's true. I know you young people won't understand that someone could get such happiness from a house, but I did. Because you see, it was more than just a house to me. It was my independence. It was my power. It was a sign that I'd finally made it. And I was the happiest person in the world. I didn't need anything else. I was single - who cares? I was in a job I hated - big deal! I owned my own house. That was what mattered.
I know people say memories are something you can take with you. And of course, that's true. But I was part of some very special memories in that house. In the loungeroom, sitting on the floor on Christmas Day, unwrapping presents from my boyfriend, that first year we were together. That was when he told me he loved me. And in that same room the following year, he lit candles, put on some soft music, and proposed to me. In that very loungeroom. Then when we were expecting our first baby, we spent every spare minute decorating the spare room. You'll notice the walls are painted yellow. We didn't know if we were having a girl or a boy. We just knew we were having a beautiful baby. And those curtains? The ones with the alphabet on them? My sister made them. We went shopping for the material together. I still remember the trouble we had trying to line up the hooks to the track so it would open and close. We got there in the end. She had some material left over and we covered a cushion with it. I still have that cushion. And then of course, the day we brought our baby home from hospital. Through that front door, down the hallway and straight into the cot in her room. Two years later when baby number two came along, we moved our oldest daughter into the other room - you know, the one at the end of the hallway. It runs off the family room. Well, we actually called it the playroom, because that's where all the kid's toys were kept.
I wonder if you've had a chance to do anything with the back yard? We always planned to. We were going to build a beautiful deck, and put in a landscaped garden. Never did get around to it though. It's a nice enough back yard. Although the lemon tree never really gave us any decent lemons!
What do you think of the bathroom? We renovated it especially for the sale, you know. It was awful! The bath and basin were orange, and the vanity was a horrible thing that we think was supposed to look like marble, but instead just looked tacky. And the shower screen was this frosted glass in a nauseating shade of orange. Not at all pretty. Much better now. White wall tiles and a beautiful, clear shower screen. We thought it was better to go for the subtle, rather than the garish.
I hope you have a long and happy life in that house. I hope you're as happy as we were there. Oh, and the neighbours? They're quite okay. Especially the ones at number 14. A bit noisy at times, but very friendly. The lady on your other side, at number 10 - she's a little quiet. Keeps very much to herself. I don't even know her name.
Well I'm off now. Enjoy your home. Oh and by the way, thanks for not passing on my mail! Because of you I got pulled over by the cops for driving an unregistered vehicle and had to pay an extra $537! I didn't know the registration was due. I never take any notice of those things. All you had to do was forward the bill.
Anyway, that's it from me. You take care of that house.
Remember, I know where you live.
Sincerely,
Ex-No.12 resident.
I truly hope that you are settling into your new home well and comfortably. It's not a big house, I know, and yes, it could do with some improvements. But I sincerely hope you appreciate the home for what it is. It's a decent house; not fancy, not huge. But safe, secure, and filled with the spirits of a lot of love.
I remember the first time I ever saw that house. I loved it instantly. I did. It was so much better than anything else I'd seen up to that point. The kitchen was a little too brown, and the bathroom was altogether much too 70's, but other than that, it was pretty well perfect. From the moment I moved in, I was so happy. It's true. I know you young people won't understand that someone could get such happiness from a house, but I did. Because you see, it was more than just a house to me. It was my independence. It was my power. It was a sign that I'd finally made it. And I was the happiest person in the world. I didn't need anything else. I was single - who cares? I was in a job I hated - big deal! I owned my own house. That was what mattered.
I know people say memories are something you can take with you. And of course, that's true. But I was part of some very special memories in that house. In the loungeroom, sitting on the floor on Christmas Day, unwrapping presents from my boyfriend, that first year we were together. That was when he told me he loved me. And in that same room the following year, he lit candles, put on some soft music, and proposed to me. In that very loungeroom. Then when we were expecting our first baby, we spent every spare minute decorating the spare room. You'll notice the walls are painted yellow. We didn't know if we were having a girl or a boy. We just knew we were having a beautiful baby. And those curtains? The ones with the alphabet on them? My sister made them. We went shopping for the material together. I still remember the trouble we had trying to line up the hooks to the track so it would open and close. We got there in the end. She had some material left over and we covered a cushion with it. I still have that cushion. And then of course, the day we brought our baby home from hospital. Through that front door, down the hallway and straight into the cot in her room. Two years later when baby number two came along, we moved our oldest daughter into the other room - you know, the one at the end of the hallway. It runs off the family room. Well, we actually called it the playroom, because that's where all the kid's toys were kept.
I wonder if you've had a chance to do anything with the back yard? We always planned to. We were going to build a beautiful deck, and put in a landscaped garden. Never did get around to it though. It's a nice enough back yard. Although the lemon tree never really gave us any decent lemons!
What do you think of the bathroom? We renovated it especially for the sale, you know. It was awful! The bath and basin were orange, and the vanity was a horrible thing that we think was supposed to look like marble, but instead just looked tacky. And the shower screen was this frosted glass in a nauseating shade of orange. Not at all pretty. Much better now. White wall tiles and a beautiful, clear shower screen. We thought it was better to go for the subtle, rather than the garish.
I hope you have a long and happy life in that house. I hope you're as happy as we were there. Oh, and the neighbours? They're quite okay. Especially the ones at number 14. A bit noisy at times, but very friendly. The lady on your other side, at number 10 - she's a little quiet. Keeps very much to herself. I don't even know her name.
Well I'm off now. Enjoy your home. Oh and by the way, thanks for not passing on my mail! Because of you I got pulled over by the cops for driving an unregistered vehicle and had to pay an extra $537! I didn't know the registration was due. I never take any notice of those things. All you had to do was forward the bill.
Anyway, that's it from me. You take care of that house.
Remember, I know where you live.
Sincerely,
Ex-No.12 resident.
Unsent Letters, 12:03 AM
