My mom asked me to post about my home, which will not be "home" at the end of this month. My parents have sold it. I've considered it my home--although I've lived in Seattle starting in 2004, for college-- since I was eight. So that's... 16 significant, formative years of my life. I don't really know what I'd like to say on my blog about this process of mourning the loss of such a significant place in my life... But I do know that I will need to write about this in some capacity. I've always said I wanted to write a memoir about my childhood years, so maybe this is the perfect time to start that.
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Post about it as much as you want. I'm still not over my parents moving in 2008. This last Christmas I got locked out in the backyard of their new house and couldn't find a way back in or out of the yard (boarded up gates). It was horrible.
Sorry you have to go through it, too. Love you.
I'm dreading the day that my parents decide to sell our home. I know it's coming eventually. The house was built by my great-grandparents, and then my grandparents moved in when they got married, then we moved in when I was 12... Crazy just how many memories get tangled up in bits of wood nailed together and covered by bricks.
Very sad indeed. But have to remember the wonderful memories here are a few that come to mind:
-Playing Buffy the Vampire Slayer in the cul-de-sac
-Jumping over piles of sleeping bags and sliding around in the living room
-Our famous holiday performances
-Being silly and taking pictures
- Relaxing and watching movies after going to More Mesa
There are a lot more of course, and more to make too! Loves and Hugs.
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