A few weeks ago, I said good-bye to the place I called home
for the past ten years.
It was my first house.
I can remember the day I stepped foot into it back in February 2005. It was love at first sight.
I can remember the day I stepped foot into it back in February 2005. It was love at first sight.
My home was a second home to many.
It was where my siblings stayed when they wanted to get away
for a day or a weekend.
It was a place where my friends would come for a few hours
before heading off to their next destination.
I hosted band rehearsals, surprise parties, good-bye parties, Christmas Eve
parties, pancake breakfasts, dessert nights, games nights, book club meetings and Father’s Day dinners there.
My home is where our girls’ night started and where my
friendship with my closest girlfriends began.
Most importantly, it was where I spent endless hours in my
kitchen baking and had nearly 100 children walk through my doors for piano
lessons.
As hard as it was to say good-bye, I knew it was time to
move on and start the next chapter in my life.
Thank you 155 Delaney Drive for all the memories.
What are some of your fondest memories of your first home?
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