The Patch- TG Part 4We moved 45 minutes away from our small home in Seattle to a rental house outside Bellevue in Carver Hill. The Patch- TG Part 4 by TGfascinated
More Like This
Carver Hill promised a shorter commute for Dad to work (not that I understood that at 9), and larger houses. And, it had schools that had already dealt with 'the patch' with clear cut policies of acceptance. Not that Seattle schools didn't have a policy, but our particular Seattle school apparently hadn't dealt with it or failed to implement it properly (not that I entirely understood that at age 9, either).
You'd think I'd have great concerns about moving, but I didn't. My friendships in the old school were, as I see it now, tenuous at best. And I had the great hope that maybe, maybe, I could change my identity sooner than age 11 if this area was more tolerant. I didn't express that to my parents, but I had real hope. And that hope had me happily moving into the Carver Hill house and leaving Northeast Seattle behind.
The house was a large
The Patch- TG Part 5I think that summer was when I learned about the meaning of bittersweet.The Patch- TG Part 5 by TGfascinated
More Like This
The victory of being able to appear to the world as girl was, if I look at it now, resplendent. It was a relief, and it was a vindication.
The pain, however, made it all bittersweet.
Dr. Greenberg's restrictions ended up being very necessary. I generally spent all my time in bed, lying on the couch, or sitting on my donut-shaped pillow. Walking barefoot across the floor with anything but feathery steps could cause me great pain on many days. I took showers only, as sitting in a bathtub would have been way too painful.
Dad's primary client, the one that made him quite success, asked him to handle their call-center in North Carolina as well. He flew out there for a week, and then came back to Seattle to get his team set up to handle the additional load. That meant even great commissions for Dad, but I hardly saw him all summer. In fact, the only time I really saw
Lekcja dobrych manier cz. 1 (opowiadanie tg)Gdy Mark usiadł w wygodnym fotelu i rozejrzał się po salonie, poczuł, jakby był w pałacu. Na ścianach wisiały obrazy, na których co prawda nie znał się zbyt dobrze, ale czuł, że musiały być sporo warte. Wszystkie meble obite były skórą, a złote i srebrne zdobienia tu i ówdzie wręcz krzyczały o bogactwie właścicielki. Nie wiedział, gdzie patrzeć, czy na ten blichtr czy na śliczną, jasnowłosą, choć niezbyt wysoką pokojówkę, ubraną w klasyczny, biało czarny strój z krótką spódniczką, obcasami i falbankami oraz czepkiem. Przyjechał do tej posiadłości zaledwie kilka minut temu i już wiedział, że to jednak był dobry wybór.Lekcja dobrych manier cz. 1 (opowiadanie tg) by TGPL
More Like This
Kiedy dwa tygodnie temu matka powiadomiła go, że wysyła go na wakacje do cioci Gerdy, Mark był wściek