Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives #New Bloggers on the Scene – Dreamcatcher (On loss/divorce) by Linda Thompson

This series of Posts from Your Archives is exclusively for blogs that are under a year old. It is an opportunity to meet new readers and to show off your writing skills.. All the details are in this post along with some tips on how to make your blog more reader friendly.

Delighted to showcase another new blogger on the scene… meet Linda Thompson who blogs about Life lessons. Through anecdotes, memories or stories (some funny, others serious), several posts are about lessons learned because of something that happened in her life.

In her final post Linda shares the sadness of loss. In this case when a relationship dies and we have to leave elements of our previous life behind. Thankfully most of us find another safe haven.


As I made one last round of the empty rooms in the house, I felt like someone else. Someone who’d never lived here. Someone who hadn’t watched her marriage crumble here. Someone who had never seen this house as her dream-filled future.

We’d been so excited when the real estate agent first showed us the house 18 months earlier. As we climbed the staircase to the second floor, my husband had turned to me and mouthed “What more could we ask for?” Grinning from ear-to-ear, I’d mouthed back “Nothing!” We were trying to hide our excitement about the house from the agent, but I’m sure our efforts were futile. We’d known this was house was ours from the moment we’d driven up and seen its white, stucco walls, green-trimmed windows and big, beautiful front porch.

I had imagined us sitting on that wooden porch in the distant future, contentedly reflecting on our children, grandchildren and the full lives we lived. I’d pictured holidays filled with family gathered around the dining room table. I had imagined the back yard echoing with the shouts of kids playing soccer in summer and hockey in winter. The house had been so much more than a composition of walls, ceilings and floors. It had been a dream catcher filled with dreams for a happy future with my husband, our three-year old son and the children still to come.

Yet there I was 18 months later, slowly walking through the empty house alone for the last time before it passed into the hands of new owners. I still thought it was beautiful. I still loved the way the sun turned its hardwood floors into what looked like shimmering gold ice. I especially still loved the porch. But I wasn’t the same person I’d been 18 months ago. Now I could see this house for what it was: a good, solid, lovely house but not a structure that could make dreams come true.

I did feel a small sense of loss for the people I was leaving behind. That naïve young couple we’d been had somehow believed that a house was all it took to make a home. Who could really blame them? Everyone wants to believe that perfect families exist in perfect homes. After all, we’d watched the Keatons and the Huxtables work out any problems they had within the walls of their neat houses in half-hour episodes. Even the Bunkers and Conners, television families with visible cracks in their foundations, managed to make their house a home. How could we have let things fall apart in 18 months while living in the house of our dreams?

But in the end, I knew it was best to leave that impressionable couple behind. We’d grown up and grown apart and along the way we’d learned that home, as they say, is where the heart is. And now our hearts lay in different places. My husband had opted for a duplex in the city. My heart belonged to a small, red-brick, doll-like house in the suburbs that my son, Erik, and I would soon call home.

That was more than 20 years ago and my son is now a grown man looking for a home of his own. Over the years, we lived in a few different houses – none of them perfect. My son is looking for different things in his house hunting. He’s looking for a good deal and a real estate investment that will pay off in the future. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, but I can’t help hoping that he also finds a soft place to land and a safe haven at the end of each day.

©Linda Thompson 2019

About Linda

Writer, fundraiser, mother, wife, owner of one stubborn Canadian mare and one orange tabby and bona fide introvert who finds it easier to express herself in ink than out loud. For extroverts and Type A personalities, expressing themselves is a natural part of their charm and we mostly love them for it. It’s hard to know what goes on in the head of an introvert or how he/she perceives the world. Follow me to see the world through the eyes of this introvert and share your thoughts with me. Extroverts welcome too!

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My thanks to Linda for allowing me to share her posts and I hope that you will head over to her blog to follow and enjoy her archives.. thanks Sally.

10 thoughts on “Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives #New Bloggers on the Scene – Dreamcatcher (On loss/divorce) by Linda Thompson

  1. This is a beautiful and sad piece. People grow apart, and while the house had nothing to do with that, it is a reminder of something you shared together at the time. Erik’s dreams of what he wants in a house may change with time.

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