I knew the moment would come when I had to say goodbye to The Little Bitty.
And I knew I would be very sad.
This kind house in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood did me and my dear wife Karen right.
For a dozen years, it kept us safe and comfortable.
Inside its walls we laughed and we cried.
We lost people we loved and hugged each other tight.
We rebuilt the physical surroundings to our liking and our souls rebounded.
I got laid off from the big daily and worked a stretch of time with my living room recliner doubling as my office chair for my freelance duties as I reinvented my work life. The karma was so good I was able to land a job at Lowe’s and then fit in so well now with the communications department of the Liverpool Public Library.
Cherished pets bounded in and out of its rooms and yard and then passed as they do. We mourned them, and then found beloved rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle to become an invaluable addition to our family.
We met Good Neighbor Tim and his Wonderful Wife Lorraine, always ready with a kind word, gesture, advice and helping hand.
You may have read about these life moments since February 2013 here on markbialczak.com. The Little Bitty was a major character.
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And now the keys were in the kitchen drawer. The place was empty of our belongings. My head and heart were full. Tears spilled from my eyes. Karen refused to get in the last selfie at The Little Bitty.
Now our marvelous friend Michelle gets her turn making this house in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood hers. Be well, Michelle, in this house that has much to give.
More to come tomorrow.
Which place have you lived in that was hardest to say goodbye to, and why?