In November (or was it early December? I would have to look at your old emails), it will have been 15 years. In one more year, I will have known you for half my life. After that, it won’t be long until it’s been longer living with the ghost of you than seeing you.
A dream home in a dream landscape, this tiny Victorian-style cottage used to be a hunting cabin in the Catskills. The amazing transformation was the work of one woman, Sandra Foster, who used vintage columns, flooring and wavy glass windows, and completed the carpentry herself. Most of the items were found at yard sales or crafted by her own hand. A stream runs between Ms. Foster’s cottage and the trailer that she and her husband live in. Some people don’t wait for their dream homes; they make them instead.
This makes me want to buy some land in the middle of nowhere.
Sometimes I wish I’d never promised to always remember someone. Now I can’t forget and it always strikes at inopportune times. I don’t know if I’ve gone a day in the four years it’s been without seeing them or hearing their voice without thinking of them at least once.