Home.

Written a few days ago:

I got a call from my dad last night. He got relocated! It is what my parents have been wanting and I’m so excited for them in their moving venture.

But its really quite bittersweet.

Thats my childhood home. At night I can walk that entire house with no lights on with no problems whatsoever. I learned so much and grew so much in that house. I had my first real kiss in that basement, I had my first heartbreak on the floor of my room. I decided where I’d be going to college at that breakfast counter. I can still remember doing homework in my empty room in second grade right when we moved in.

I grew up in that house. That town. While I’ll complain about it all day long, its a cute quirky little place. With a lot of good food places. Its got my high schools, and my elementary school that recently closed down. Its got the three friends I still keep in touch with from high school. It has memories of laughter and of tears. But it is my home. It’ll always be my home.

I guess this is part of growing up. Letting go of the past. I just never thought it would be this soon that I’d have to say goodbye to the place that made me who I am. I’m going to really have to work hard to stay in touch with those friends, as if it isn’t hard enough as it is.

It seems so silly, its just a house. I know its the people that make it a home but that place has done so much for me and its going to be very weird to not sleep in that house again after they move.

Update:

My mom finally gave me range to tell my friends. I texted them, I didn’t even know how to tell them. I have three friends from home, we talk occasionally throughout the year and then hang out a bunch over breaks. They all were so sad I was leaving. One said they needed me to hang out with and all three of them said they’ll come visit me or I can come stay with them. These girls are amazing and I will, as I have these past college years, make sure we stay in touch, just like you girls have!