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It's quite a bittersweet moment.
The good news is that my parents are moving to Florida, only 4 1/2 hours away from me. Which means I can visit them on a much more frequent basis, as they can visit me. And they can be close to their new granddaughter, which means the world to them. My dad has always wanted to live in Florida and explore the state, and now that he's retired, he gets his chance.
But on the other hand, my parents have lived in their house in Maryland for 37 years. It's the only house that me and my sisters ever knew growing up. Our pets lived and died there. Our names are written in the cement stairs leading to the house. It's where we celebrated Christmas every year. Name a childhood memory, and inevitably, that house will be a part of it somehow.
My parents bought the house in the 1970s for a price that would buy a midsize sedan these days. It was a one bedroom, one bathroom bungalow back then. When each of us were born, instead of moving, my parents liked the house so much they choose instead to add on to the house. By the time my little sis was born, the house had grown to 5 bedrooms and 2 1/2 bathrooms.
It was a unique house, one that will never, ever be duplicated on any developer's floor plan. It grew almost organically to suit our needs. And sometimes it creaked at cold nights. Sometimes the basement flooded during heavy rain storms. And its location, in the woods and far from the neighboring house, would sometimes get a little lonely. But despite that all, it was always the best home for us. It was unorthodox but always functional, and never flashy. Much like the family that lived there.
There were no granite kitchen countertops, no fancy master bathroom (just a small half-bath), no spacious walk in closets, none of those "must-haves" which homeowners are told these days they must have in order to "increase their home value." But our home had more value than any realtor's showcase could even dream of possessing. It had the value of owners who recognized the importance of having a place to create many memories in.
I quite enjoy the house I live in now with my wife and daughter. Besides the amenities--the large closets, the updated kitchen and my personal favorite, the swimming pool in the backyard--I look forward to making that house a home as well. But being that it is on such a small lot, I fear that should we have additional children we will outgrow this house, and unlike my home in Maryland, there will be no room in which to add on, so we will inevitably be forced to move. So as much as I love my current house, I fear that I won't be able to create the type of attachment of my own family to the home that I had to our home in Maryland growing up.
But it's just as well. Perhaps there is only one true home in life. And yes, it can be silly getting attached to bricks, wood and mortar, but I really do feel as though I am losing a family member today.
So today I bid my childhood home adieu. The new owners actually know my parents and my parents seem quite optimistic that they will themselves take good care of the old homestead and create their own memories in it. But, still, it will be strange, having others grow up in a house without any reference to the rich memories we had growing up. I guess that's just life. But it is an odd feeling, nonetheless.
Goodbye, old friend. Treat your new family as well as you treated ours.
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