the move

My family and I have moved to a larger house just this past week. We left the house we call "home", that we had lived in for 15 years. I came home from the hospital to that house....that's where I grew up, along with my brother and sister. So many memories are there. My dad was talking about how the structure doesn't really matter, it's the people you are with. He said that we will still have each other. Yes, we will have each other, and that is a great point, however, that was my "home" all my life. I never even thought we would move. Not once did the thought cross my mind. This is probably the hardest thing that I've had to do. I loved that house....still do, always will.
For art class last year, we were asked to draw and design our own dream house...and that is what I did. The finished product looked exactly like the house I have lived in all my life.....I guess I just fell in love with living in that house.....the house I designed was a lot bigger on the inside, but the same structure on the outside. Same large porch with beautiful rocking chairs.
Many nights over the past few weeks, I would just lay down and cry. The memories attached to that house are soooo incredible....I hate that we had to leave. We are still not done moving everything yet (getting there) but each time I go into the empty house, it brings reality into light....
I know that since I did grow up there, that will always be "home." In my heart, there will always be a place for it.

Pictures are hung, furniture is where it should be, curtains up, things are put away, even the Christmas tree is up, and a wreath is on the door.....the new house is beautiful. As hard as it is, I guess this is my new "home."

Love, laughter, and life filled that house...now we have the memories. For the time we live in this new house....there will be love, laughter, and life, too. That is what will make it feel like home.