As the sweat started trickling down my back for the 30th consecutive 16 hour day traipsing door-to-door in the Atlanta heat, it hit me like a ton of homemade cookies, I craved HOME.
During one of the rainiest summers on record in Atlanta {where I first learned about the hell of humidity} before my Junior year of college, each day I woke up and began knocking on strangers doors for 16 hours. My flushed from the heat baby face trying to convince them a set of educational books was just the thing to enhance their lives.
It still remains one of the hardest things I’ve ever done from an emotional stand point. {Let’s just say young love talked me in to it and leave it at that.} But I also learned hearing “no” isn’t so awful.
Anyhow, more to the point of today’s Thinking Out Loud Thursday ramble..Home. In those never ending days the one thing I knew I wanted more than anything was to be home, that place where I was loved.
My parents are selling.
Moving.
Good bye home.
Good bye basement where I giggled past 2AM with friends as my mom tromped down the stairs to chastise us once again because poor Pops had to be up at 4AM to work. I’m sure on some level he enjoyed it…right?
Good bye cork board covered bedroom walls. It was the original Pinterest, plastered with pictures, ticket stubs and other random mementos throughout high school.
Good bye dead end street where endless hours of tag under the street lights ensued while our parents congregated in folding chairs in the driveways.
Good bye curved stair case with banners welcoming me home.
I’d say Sam hits it on the head. As much as I love this character of this home, really it’s the years I spent there that I will miss…and maybe this is a good thing because I was a snotty little teenager to my mother. A new home, means not reverting to childhood habits, right?!
Celebrating their soon to be home…dirt is a good look on them.
On an entirely selfish level I dislike this move greatly. On a purely love level I’m excited for them to start this new chapter, exploring new places, creating a new daily normal, finding new hobbies and growing very, very, very…very old so that I can visit this new place for many years creating new memories.
Because well, that’s exactly what David and I have been so blessed to do. I know it’s been a reminder to us of how important we are to each other and that home is just the space you make comfortable for those you love.
Good bye home, thanks for the memories.
Do your parents still live in the same house?
What makes a place feel like home to you?
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