SENTIMENTAL THOUGHTS

My parents are going to be moving soon. At least within the year. The house that I've lived in for 20 years could easily be on the market this summer. So I'm fully aware that when I leave in June, it will probably be the last time I'm in my childhood home. That's made my last couple months before flying out all the more bittersweet. I find myself feeling sentimental and gazing out windows. Granted, I'm naturally kind of like that, but from time to time I've also been in a somewhat creepy "I'm never going to be here again" sort of mood, and I appreciate little things all the more, which, sentimental as it might be, isn't so bad. And of course, I'm going to miss my amazing backyard too. The trails, the trees, the gardens. It's a beautiful backyard with lots of good memories. I've got about a million pictures of the yard, so there's no chance I'll forget what it looks like, I just won't be able to walk around in it anymore. But that's okay. As much as I love my house and yard, I wouldn't want to live here forever. Obviously, I've got other things to do and places to be.