Sniffle, sniffle

Good-bye to the home of my childhood. I truly can't imagine anyone else but my parents living there. I have a pit in my stomach and tears running down my face just thinking that in two days my key will no longer work, I will not be going over there for dinner, there will be no more naps in the hammock. It's hard to let go of a home containing so many memories and so much personal family character. I can never go back....