I’ve lived in the same house my entire life (well, except the four years away at university) and as much as I want to move out, this will always be my home. I think we, my siblings and I, would ideally like for one of us to hold onto this house as we’ve never called anyplace else home.
It’s nice having one place filled with so many memories. I’m grateful that we didn’t move around and that we had stability in our lives growing up. I have friends that have moved around a lot and it can be difficult to uproot your life, lay down a new foundation and start over.
I love that no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I can close my eyes and picture my street exactly as it is. We’ve lived here long enough for me to know that the trees on my street are the last to bloom in the spring and the first to change colour in the fall.
I can spot when a neighbor has removed a tree or planted different flowers in their garden. I can hear the sound of the school bell ringing for recess, lunch or because school’s out. I can hear the sounds of the kids playing soccer at the park. I can remember the familiar faces of my longtime neighbours and recall people who have come and gone.
With all the changes going on in my life. I’m grateful that I have this place that I can always return to at the end of a long day. A place where my family has created many memories and that has always provided shelter and comfort throughout the years. I am lucky to call this place home. ❤️