Moving On

Just off the phone with a New Orleans real estate agent my friend Trish found (thanks, Delaney doll!). As soon as the rest of Mom’s belongings are removed and the place is cleaned, it’ll be on the market. Here’s your chance to own a charming fixer-upper in the Treme, only $300K.

Wept, of course. Her garden was amazing, they always were. This one had a fountain, climbing jasmine, white ginger, huge gardenias, palms, and whatever else caught her fancy. She claimed her green thumb developed over time. I remember wandering jews and spider plants and philodendrons in Los Angeles, and always gardenias. Her favorite.

Casting away my own belongings, too, in preparation for going off-island end of February. Baja? Australia? Greece? I’m open to suggestion. As usual, looking for a clean quiet place by the surfable sea.

Mom and I didn’t always get along (understatement), but I love her and she loves me. (Both she and my brother regularly remind me, “we’re not dead!”) I’m tempted to keep the house as a monument to her joie de vivre, but that would impinge on mine, I s’pose, plus, she wants me to sell. “Buy land! or a boat! Live, gorgeous girl!” Chatty as ever.

Change. It’s gonna come.