My parents put my childhood home up for sale.
I have been having mixed emotions about it. Initially it's breaking my heart, all of my memories are wrapped up in that house so obviously those will be sold with the house.
(That's not how it works?)
(That's not how it works?)
I always had the thought growing up, If they ever sell this house, I will buy it. I KNOW I'm not the only one who has thought this about their parents house. Well now the time is here, the house went up for sale and sadly it's not in my budget to purchase it.
Lame.
Obviously there has been some mourning, but the more logical side of me totally understands why they would sell.
Empty nesters don't need an 8,000sq ft house.
Well I am here to announce, the house has SOLD!
It's been a huge blessing and everything fell into place the way we have all been praying it would for months.
Aren't you so happy for my parents?
But don't you still feel kind of sorry for me? :)
We fare thee well, dear house, we considered you part of the family.
You indeed made it home.