The House That Built Me

My Dad is selling the house I grew up in. 
He and my stepmother have retired and are moving to the country. 
I went today to pick up the last of my things there… 
I sobbed like a baby. 
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The street where I learned to ride my bike, 
played endless games of kickball and hide-n-seek, 
and where we knew all of our neighbors. 
The mailbox that sent me my letters of acceptance
from my performance arts high school and college
(told you this was going to be sappy).
Although the tree, sandbox, swing set, and picnic table are gone,
it’s still a SWEET backyard.
The first address I memorized.
It’s ridiculous to hold on to all my old trophies from dance years,
but I’m keeping my very first one.
Last photo on the front steps,
through teary eyes…
Goodbye, house. 
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Moving day!

So we had a quick, fun trip to Virginia Beach this weekend (more about that later) and got home fast to view a house for rent. 10 minutes later, we had a deal and a lease! YAY!

No more living with family members (even though it was fun, for a sec, we love you and are glad to leave you)! No more sharing a yard for Tango! No more playing Musical Vehicles when we all have to park around each other.

Needless to say, it’s going to be a busy week trying to move in between all my appointments, clients, and classes. So I’ll be on here as much as possible… until then, have a great, short week!

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