12 months .... and 35 years later

the house I grew up in will be inhabited by another family.

my parents got an offer Friday, and accepted it today. 12 months after placing it on the market.

and 35 years after moving in with their 7,4, and 2 year old children.

their house, my childhood home, is now in someone else's capable (I hope!) hands.

I am choked up with this. it is bittersweet for sure. it is time for it to happen, and it is necessary. but that doesn't make it any easier.

and it will be a very emotional day.

I learned to swim in the very first built in pool in the city there (my dad built it)
I kissed my first boy on the porch there.
I had long-into-the-night chats with my sister, and my friends, and boyfriends there.
I got dressed for my proms there.
I had one of the biggest confirmation parties ever there as my parents were at a fundraiser gala.
my bridal and baby showers were there.
I got dressed for my wedding there, and had all of my family pictures there.
I brought my first baby, at 12 weeks old, home there where we lived for 4 months while we renovated our first home we purchased.

my grandfather passed away there.

so many memories. so many beautiful times there.

35 years have passed, and my family has the memories to prove it.