About a week ago my parents sold their house. They've lived there for almost 40 years! Needless to say this is the only house my sister and I ever knew growing up. It's been a bittersweet process. I'm so excited for my parents to move on and enjoy their retirement, but I will miss this place that has so many memories tied up with it.
The house is an old colonial built over 200 years ago (I believe that's what my dad told me, though he should feel free to correct me if I'm wrong!). It was wonderful growing up in a home with character while so many of my friends had new-builds and McMansions. I know every quirk of the home. I can tell which family member is coming up the stairs based on how the wooden boards are squeaking. I know if I throw the door open wide enough on the detached garage I have enough time to run from it to the house before it slams behind me. I know the marks in the living room were caused by our oversized Christmas trees scratching the ceiling.
I am happy to know it's a young family moving into the home and hope they enjoy it as much as we have for so many years.