Tag Archives: Germany

One Person’s Junk (97)

Unpacking one’s possessions is a process of discovery. Or rather, rediscovery. I’ve moved often enough in my life, packing and unpacking many of the same things, so this shouldn’t come as a surprise. Each time I pack, I weed out … Continue reading

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Moving again (92)

Just as the inspections and appraisals and mortgage applications start to wrap up and life becomes a little less bogged down with the bureaucracy of real estate transactions, I begin to get sentimental about the house I’m leaving. I haven’t … Continue reading

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A Thankful Thanksgiving (80)

I am thankful for much in my life – foremost my son and daughter, followed by friends, family, and dogs (and not always in that order). This Thanksgiving I am also very thankful to be living in my own house … Continue reading

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Settling in (75)

I’ve been home a week now and am starting to get used to the house again. True, it is almost entirely new and different inside, but the layout, light switches, windows, and most importantly, the feeling are all the same. … Continue reading

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Nine eleven eleven (59)

Today is a day for memories and reflection. After another night of too little sleep, I lay in bed, too tired to get up, and turned on the radio. NPR was broadcasting the ceremony from Ground Zero, where the families … Continue reading

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Putting up walls (52)

The walls are slowly going up in my house now. For weeks there were only the wooden studs dividing the rooms, giving an open, airy feel to the house. Now that more and more walls are in place, the space has … Continue reading

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How much is health worth? (33)

On May 12, as my house was burning, my son was taken to the ER. He didn’t want to go. I’ve got to go to the airport to pick up my mom, he kept saying. But the ambulance crew insisted. … Continue reading

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Delayed Reactions (23)

Family, close friends, and colleagues heard about my house fire very quickly. Now that I’m writing a blog about my house fire and how it is affecting my life, I want readers. It’s still a bit scary to put my … Continue reading

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It’s just stuff, right? (11)

Now that my son is recovering back at home and the dogs are safe and relatively happy, my attention turns to my material possessions. The insurance appraiser and contractor have already walked me through the house for an initial survey. … Continue reading

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No hat, no salute zone (4)

I’m not very comfortable around hospitals. I’m not too fond of uniforms either. A military hospital is the last place I want to be. Actually, I’m uncomfortable around anything to do with the military. It’s amazing I lasted three years … Continue reading

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