Goodbye Home

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?​

​My Childhood Home

​My Childhood 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)

​A look inside my childhood home

​A look inside my childhood home

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...

​Look at all those My Little Ponies!

​Look at all those My Little Ponies!