well I have officially lost my house. My parents have moved out and I've seen the empty rooms to prove it. No, I'm not living under the main street bridge (for which I am thankful) but it's still not home. Funny how so many things are tied to a building.
As I said goodbye to the home I have been living in for the past 15 years, I thought back on all the fun times and good memories: Christmases around the tree where my dad read the first chapter of Luke before any presents could be opened, my mom in the kitchen or having one of her many "mario dates" (on Nintendo 64), my sister's room so stuffed with clothes you couldn't see the floor and Abby drawing one of her many floor plans, Andy drumming away in the garage... so many good memories...
It's weird to think that someone else will be making their own memories in that house now. But I'm thankful that at least the memories will still be ours to remember and share.
1 comment:
And in every single one of my house designs, there was plenty of closet space! :p I love you and I can't wait until you have a home again.
Post a Comment