Home Sweet Home

My parents put their house on the market last year and it obviously didn't sell. This summer they put it on again and after not showing it for a whole month someone finally put an offer on it. The realization that they had finally sold their home, for me, was bittersweet. Bitter because I grew up in this house and have almost every childhood memory in it. Sweet because my parents will get to build a brand new, beautiful home next to some of their best friends. What can I say I am a sentimental fool. I had a red Acura in high school that was a hand me down from my brother. Every time I would back down the driveway, after it had rained, cold water would pour down my back from the leak in the sunroof. My dad joked that when I would pull up it sounded like a helicopter was landing in the driveway. You would think that when I finally sold the car I would be ecstatic. But when I saw that little red car pull away from our house I almost cried! Same thing happened when I sold my Honda Accord, but that time I did cry! I was the same way in college. When I would move apartments I would get all sentimental and gooey. Thinking I would never sleep in my room again or eat in the kitchen or go pee on the toilet. Pathetic I know.

So last weekend and this week we have been moving my parents out of their home into a rental that they will live in until their new house is built. At least twice a day I say to my mom, "this is so weird aren't you sad that we'll never be in this house again?" At first she agreed with me but today she said,"actually I am just ready to be done with it." If only I could have that attitude. As the house has become more and more empty and as our voices have begun to echo off the walls I have realized that it isn't the house that makes it a home but the people in it. Luckily those people aren't going anywhere.