Monday, June 16, 2014

Saying Goodbye to my Childhood Home

About a year ago, we left our home of 10 years to move into the house we're in now.  I remember standing in the empty house just bawling my eyes out just minutes before we were turning over the keys to the new owners.  I cried and cried for probably 20 minutes or more. I was so happy to be moving into a different home, but the 10 years of memories came flooding back and I was so terribly sad to leave it.

....And now my parents are moving out of the house where they've lived for 35 years (since I was one year old!!!)!

Here is the house in the mid 1980s before the addition

The home is a lovely raised ranch with 4 bedrooms on about half an acre with a beautiful creek in the back yard that backs up to the woods.  It's a humble home where our family of six made many memories playing in the creek, playing wiffle ball in the backyard, hiking in the woods, building a tree house, and riding our bikes.  My dad and grandfather labored many hours to build a deck on the back and an addition on the side with a new bedroom and family room.  In the later years, my dad had to build a large levy around the driveway to stop the flood waters from entering the house.  Yep, the FLOOD WATERS!  In 1997, we had the worst flash flood ever.  The creek rose in a rainfall that dropped about 7 inches of rain into that little creek, and eventually flooded the house with 4 feet of water.  A mobile home with a family still inside was floating down our backyard like a river boat.  The years of fretting over another possible flood like that was getting to be too much for my parents, mostly Dad.  They did all they could to the home both inside and out to basically prevent a tragedy like that from happening again, but the risk was too much for a couple in their 60s.  They have sold the house and purchased a cute little home just a couple miles away....up on a big hill!!!!

I was so sad that a part of my childhood was slipping away.  I even thought that we should buy the house to rent out just so we'd still have access to it.  But after months of tears and coming to grips with letting go, I finally have realized that it's not about me and what I want.  This is best for my parents. The memories are still in my mind, the home videos are all on DVDs now, and Mom has thousands of pictures all organized in bins by the year for us to look through and reminisce.  Now another young family with 3 kids will be moving in and making their own memories there.  And Dad can sleep better at night when it's raining out knowing that there won't be another flood in the basement...because their new house doesn't have a basement;)

Here it is with addition:

And Now:
(the pine trees in the front are too tall that I can take a picture from across the road like the one above!)

Mason playing in the creek for the last time:

My Mom with Mason and Mya: 

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