The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed my mom, Bonnie Raquet, over the phone. She begins to talk slower and more wistfully as she recalls more and more details about moving into her first house in 1990 with Sean, my dad and her ex-husband. This was the house that she raised my brothers and I in, so she has a lot of memories connected to it. As she begins to describe the interior of the house, she laughs as she remembers how ridiculous and outdated it was, and how she didn’t end up ripping up the ugly carpet until a couple years ago. 

Original Artwork by Laura Raquet

              Bonnie stepped out of her husband Sean’s white Honda and stared at the house in front of them. It was medium sized, navy blue, and perched on top of a small hill. There was a cherry blossom tree in the center of the front yard that had just begun to bloom. To Bonnie, the house looked grander than any castle. The movers were already there and had begun hauling boxes inside. Sean got out and stood next to Bonnie, his eyes fixated on the movers.

              “It rained al night, they better be careful on the wet grass- one slip and all of our stuff breaks.” He muttered. He was tensed up, the way he always is when he is nervous and won’t admit it. Bonnie replied,

              “It’ll be okay, they already moved most of the large stuff. Come on, let’s go inside.”

              She took his hand and together they walked up the concrete steps leading to the house and stepped inside. Sean went to go help the movers, leaving Bonnie to explore the house. She walked from room to room and searched for any details she may have missed during the open house. It definitely looks better on the outside, she thought. The interior of the house was redone during the 70s’ and was, to put it mildly, hideous. Half of the floors were covered in ugly bright orange carpet, with a few mysterious stains here and there from the previous owners. Bonnie crossed her fingers and silently prayed they were from bleach. The wallpaper was even worse, orange and brown and covered with ugly large flowers. The basement was unfinished, with creaky wooden floorboards and bleak, unpainted cement walls. While Bonnie didn’t love the interior, her and Sean had already made plans fix it up. Besides, all the space in the house was worth it- two extra bedrooms, perfect for future children. Bonnie stopped and shuddered, one step at a time, she reminded herself, it’s too early to think of kids, we have to rip up that hideous carpet first. She heard Sean calling her and went to find him. He was standing in the center of the living room, surrounded by about a thousand boxes, with a goofy grin on his face and his arms stretched out wide,

              “What do you think? Home sweet home am I right.”

              Bonnie looked at her husband and thought about everything she had seen, the ugly carpet and wallpaper, the creepy unfinished basement, and all the boxes that needed to be unpacked.

              “It’s perfect,” she replied with a smile.

Moving In

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1992
Succasunna, NJ

I interviewed my mom, Bonnie Raquet, over the phone. She begins to talk slower and more wistfully as she recalls more and more details about moving into her first house in 1990 with Sean, my dad and her ex-husband. This was the house that she raised my brothers and I in, so she has a lot of memories connected to it. As she begins to describe the interior of the house, she laughs as she remembers how ridiculous and outdated it was, and how she didn’t end up ripping up the ugly carpet until a couple years ago.

Original Artwork by Laura Raquet

Decade: 1990s
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Recorded by Laura Raquet on March 13, 2019
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