Happy Thanksgiving
Everything sucks.
I was going to write about how jealous I am of my sister for the fact that she’s got so many comics to still go through, but this is going to be way different.
The Inheriquest was always going to be a journey, a really long one at that. There’s so much stuff to go through and getting it all done is going to require a bit more effort than I’m capable of right now. So, this being my weekly journaling about the journey I’m just going to go right on ahead and process some things with you.
I’m pretty depressed, like on medication and everything, there’s a lot of reasons for that but naturally losing dad was a big push down the hole. Let me give you a quick look into what’s digging my hole a little deeper currently: selling my dad’s house.
For context, the house is an absolute shit hole. The foundation is cracked, there’s holes in the roof to the elements, there’s cobwebs everywhere, the yellowing from years of nicotine is profound, and the roach and rat infestation is beyond anyone’s ability to tame. Beyond all of that, there’s so much stuff from one man’s 40 years of life in that house that it’s mostly just mountains of clothes lying in piles in each room. Dad was a collector, and he was loath to throw anything away. Which is great when you come across a comic book that’s worth thousands of dollars, but not so great when you have layers of goodwill shirts piled up everywhere.
My relationship with that house was always difficult, at best. It was Dad’s house, and like all children the two were indelibly linked in my mind. The house itself was always shabby, which is the nicest term I can think of for it right now. It was a common occurrence to see roaches crawling across the floor, and my sister and I always assumed the sink would be loaded with dirty dishes. The backyard was continually overgrown, and every horizontal surface was filled with something. It was what it was and we didn’t know anything different. Dad wasn’t smoking in the house back when we were little, but he smoked in the car and probably outside after we went to sleep, but who really knows. It was always liveable but never clean.
After we turned 18 and our mandatory visits ended and we went to college and the real world Dad took several roommates whose stuff is also contributing to the whole mess. They also stole from Dad on occasion, but that’s a different story. Also, the pandemic was tough on everyone, and I know I personally didn’t want to clean anything during those two years, I just wanted to have a couple glasses of something strong at night after the kids went to bed. I can only imagine what it was like for Dad alone in that house. For more reference, I did talk with him often then, so he wasn’t completely alone. Anyways, the house is disgusting now, and nothing short of completely stripping it to the beams and disinfecting everything will ever remedy its problems.
So, all of that being true, why do I well up at the thought of losing the house?
It’s on the market, because it’s too much of a liability to keep, and because I don’t want to pay all the back taxes on it. It also is going to crush me for a while when it’s actually sold and gone. I think, sometimes, about just going down to spend some time there just because. Which, I know, is like saying I want to go hang out in a sewer, but it is what it is. That was and in my mind will always be Dad’s house, and when I’m there I feel close to a man who will always be something of a mystery to me. Having unfettered access to the place he lived helps resolve some of that mystery for me, but also I miss my dad and I want to be close to him.
I realize this is a huge downer of a post, and I know I’m sending it out on Thanksgiving, but when isn’t spending time with your family a downer?
Also, I’m shamelessly plugging myself by adding flyers to each sale I make on ebay, so if you’re joining us because you bought something, hello and welcome!
If you’re interested in the insane amount of stuff my dad had and that I’m now selling, please check my auctions out below. There’s a ton of stuff and all in a bunch of different genres, so if you don’t see the thing that you’re personally interested in then hit me up and I’ll get that stuff online.
Thanks for reading this total downer of a post.