A Home

They say it’s just a house, wherever your family is is H*O*M*E. I hope they are right, because I am struggling with my parents move. My parents always made sure we knew that our house was home. My parents have sold the home they have owned for 43 years and have packed up the last of their belongings, and are moving over 800 miles to be near my sister. I am so glad that she will have them, but I don’t think it has sunk in yet that I won’t be welcome in my childhood home anymore (like duh!). I don’t think it will be real until I actually go “home” next time to visit Brian’s family. Remember how I described just crying when I got to visit my Mom’s childhood home in this post? I have such an attachment to “things” that I have a hard time moving on. I am praying that my parents get settled and enjoy their new home. I pray that my sister finds peace with their decision as she is feeling guilty that they are uprooting themselves at this stage in their life so they can be near her (I keep telling her that it was their idea and their choice, but the women in my family are guilt hoarders by nature). My sister asked me if I had heard this song by Miranda Lambert before, I think it’s a great song to describe how it feels to leave your childhood home.