ABSILVER's World

Selling Highland Park for me is like a caterpillar who has to wrap itself in a cocoon and shed its skin to be become a butterfly. This morning I am home, sittin here in Provincetown... I never thought 3 years ago that I was moving home when I bought this condo. I bought it for an escape from New Jersey and to give me a gay escape (and Harry) in the months we were up north. But, Provincetown has a way of working itself under your skin and with a great family here at the condo and new friends all over town, Provincetown slowly became home and Highland Park slowly became a destination to escape when I needed space. So.. it maybe smaller (i.e. how does 2200 go into 310) but it is home and I slept like a baby finally being home last night. This sale has made for a very trying month. Selling real estate, or more to the point being a seller of real estate, is not an easy or pleasant task. Inspections, repairs, permits, lack of permits by town folk that knew what was going on from the be

As I end one phase of my life for another.. as I sell the house in New Jersey I keep trying to reach back to the best memories here. I have memories of finding this house the first day Harry and I started to look for a home we would live in together with Daisy. Moving in... Decorating the house and enjoying creating a magical home together. My mother's birthday party with her (and my) family. Parties.. spring fling last year with Barry Last summer with my niece.. Donna here and in Provincetown. Passover Seders But what I realized tonight is the best memories don't have a date. The best times were spending them with Harry, Daisy and creating a life that just worked. Day to day.. work to work.. walk the dog.. clean the house (ok hire Maria to clean the house). The best times were really days.. and weekends. Walking, eating, cooking and watching silly English comedies on the weekend. So.. as my life moves on I need to remember the best of times don't have a date or an eve