The house I grew up in...

My mom is getting ready to move out of the house that I grew up in.  I am very happy for her but feeling a little sad about seeing it go.  This house has been such a part of my life for 30 years.  So many memories have been flooding my mind these last few days that it has made it a little difficult to say goodbye.  My mom, she is ready to go.  This was made very clear to me by a statement she made the other day.  I asked her if she was sad to go because of the memories. She said, "Jen, it is only a house... it is a thing.  My memories are with me and I can take them anywhere I go." What more can I say except she is right.  I will always have my memories, but this - this is just a house and it is time for someone else to make their memories there.  My mom met the cute family who will be moving into this house next week.  A young couple with a small girl - I am sure it reminded her of when my dad and she moved in - I was only four. They were so excited, just like this young couple to finally be in their own home.  After she met with them, she said that she was ready  - that she felt the house would be in good hands.  I am not good at saying goodbye, but it is time.  Goodbye to my little house and my old neighborhood.. to the cute park down the street and to the ward I grew up in. It is time for us to go.  We are moving on to experience something new and are so excited to see what life brings us.