Today I helped my Mom pack up my childhood home into a POD. A place, the only place that I truly get a good nights sleep. This is the place that I grew-up too fast and the home I couldn't wait to get out of. Now, I don't want to leave. I want to stay forever listening to the sounds of my Mom bounding up and down the hardwood stairs. The gentle breeze of the oak and maple trees in the summer, the familiar smell of walking into the house through the garage door. I think I will miss that smell the most.
You see, you can't smell a picture or a video.
I will just have to take a big breath in tomorrow evening before I step out the door forever.
I wonder if this house will miss us too? After all we have lived here for 20 some years...we are the only people this house knew. Tomorrow will be new dreams, new places, new memories. Leaving this house means that my family will be together again and hopefully this familiar smell is really my Mom's love.
Goodbye Lost Creek Court. Life was better because you were a part of it.
-jeny
