It's been nearly 30 years to the day that I embarked on the adventure of homeownership (I had already been bestowed upon in the parental department with the birth of my first child Max) so I was not a novice at 42 to adulthood and responsibility. By 40 I had worked for many years as a photographer trying to deliver a sufficiently compelling and believable result such that I got paid for my effort and expenses regularly- so I understood what it meant to be reliable. Still, the 360 months spent as steward of this house in this pleasant suburban development along the Hudson River has been the longest ongoing relationship of my life and given that one day soon I intend to sell the house and depart the neighborhood- this chapter will be a part of my history and no longer my present. A very sobering thought!
I am excited at how that will feel. No longer sleeping in a room where two of my kids were conceived, no longer washing dishes at a sink where they took their first baths or when I sit at the kitchen table I remember the countless meals the five of us once took routinely as a family. All of these memories percolate at will and randomly and without the house itself to act as an incubator of the past who knows what will bubble up next.
I can only express gratitude for all the good there was and that we had the inner fortitude to muster what life gives, takes and expects. Sleepy Hollow has allowed me to create, parent, garden, work, recreate and love in ways I could never had imagined when I moved here.
