I knew this day would come eventually, but I wasn’t ready for it to be so soon.
When I came home for spring break, my parents dropped the bomb on us, “We’re moving.” Those two words held a lot of weight on my shoulders. Initially, my thoughts were along the lines of, “when are we moving?”, “where are we going?”, “how far away is this new house going to be?”.
A few minutes later it hit me. My parents were selling my childhood home, and all the memories that went along with it. Now that may seem dramatic, but when I look back on my life on Foxes Trail, I can’t help but think about all of the things and people that contributed to the person I am today.
I met some of my best friends in that neighborhood, and that turned into vacations and summers spent together at the pool. I always felt safe and at home no matter which house we were bouncing around to that day. We always had an army of parents there for us at any given time.
I got my first and only pet in this house. When I came home from one of those pool days with said friends, my dad had brought home a stray dog that became another sister to me. She is now 14 years old and still kickin’. Josie has been the best friend, therapist, and guard a girl could ever ask for growing up. No matter how much havoc she wreaks on the neighborhood in her old, dementia age, she is still the best dog in the world.
This house was home to some of the most epic sleepovers growing up. I miss the days when the hardest decision was whether or not we wanted to stop playing with our American Girl dolls to watch the newest Disney Channel Original movie or keep playing until we fell asleep on the bonus room floor. We spent most of our weekends like that.
This house saw me through my awkward middle school years, and it saw me graduate from high school. It housed all kinds of birthday and graduation parties, and even a baby shower for my older sister. This house has seen me through my first three years of college. I got my first new car in the driveway of this house. This house is so much more than a house. It was a home to me for most of my life.
As I pack up my things and see the furniture and boxes pile up in the garage, it is hard not to get emotional about the years we spent in the house that I have come to love so much. I made so many great memories in this house, and I will be so sad to say goodbye to it.