I say this way too often, but it's true: time flies. At the end of each month, I'm always surprised that we're headed into the next month. I act as though I'm totally taken by surprise..."Whoa, it's May...wait, what? No way!" I really ought to get over it and accept the time moves fast. And I've noticed things change with time. Speaking of which, my family just had a big change. My parents moved from my childhood home.
This is where I lived since I was eight years old. Or at least, I think I was about eight. When you're young, you don't really file away what age you were when things happened. Actually, I still have a hard time remembering what age I was in certain events of my life. Is that weird? I feel like my parents always remember..."well we moved to San Diego when we were X years old." Guess I have a age memory deficiency. But I digress...the important part was that I've lived in this house a very long time.
See...Look...Isn't it a great home?
The good news is, I got to say goodbye. So...remember when I wrote about the MS Walk a few weeks ago? That was when I was home for the weekend (shush, I know, it's taken me this long to write this post). Before I left that weekend, I went into each room and said "goodbye room." (yes, nerdy, I did it though...for reals)
I think the move was harder on my parents than it was for me. They lived there much longer. I left for college, and have moved every few years. But, they remained there. What was nice, though, was that whenever I returned, it was always the same home sweet home.
My parents didn't move far. In fact, only about a mile away. The big move was over this past weekend, and they are starting to settle into their new home. If you're lucky, when I go visit the new place, I'll write you another post and share some photos.
And to end on a cheesy note...home is where the heart is. Goodbye childhood home!
Oh wait, one last thing (thinking of childhood)...look at all those My Little Ponies we found while packing! Dang! Okay, that's a wrap...