Hold Fast To Your Dreams

​Before that Big Brother of mine started his first job at the age of 14…

He had a paper route…riding his bike…before day break…from our little North Street house…1.1 miles up hill all the way…really truly …uP HiLL aLL ThE WaY…to Circle Terrace…

Big Bro was sick one week…and that mother of ours recruited his siblings to do the route…so banana seat bikes laden with papers…we headed up to the Circle…

Walking from house to house…dark streets illuminated by streetlights…10 year old me…thought about being sent to the store with food stamps…and being one of a few who got free school lunch…and vowed that one day…she would live in the Circle…where the rich people live…

And so she did…45 years later…now a middle income neighborhood…and words like…dated…and split level…and not trendy…are thrown out in regards to selling…

But it doesn’t matter…because this…this pink house built in the 70s…in this neighborhood…is this old gal's dream house…

Always has been…always will be…

So thank you out of style split level pink house…for making a little girl’s dream come true…
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And 60 year old me…agrees…