Saying Goodbye to my Childhood Home

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I think I’m pretty lucky. I lived in the same house for my whole life until getting my first apartment after college. Even then, my parents remained and I was able to visit any time I wanted. That big, brown house on the end of Jade Tree Lane, full of trees and memories, was such a staple in my life.

Until now.

You see my parents are both retired and decided to make a big move. Last week they closed on my childhood home and moved to Florida. It’s bittersweet really. I’m so happy for them to have a new adventure, to be in the sun and live a more relaxed lifestyle. I’m sad for me, who no longer has any immediate family nearby (my 2 sisters moved to Florida as well and my brother lives happily in Kentucky). Don’t get me wrong, my husband’s parents live in the same town as we do so we have a few family members close, but there’s nothing like your own flesh & blood, the people you grew up with, who probably know more about you than anyone else on the planet.

I’m feeling sentimental now that I’ve officially said goodbye to the place I called home for 18+ years so please excuse me while I recall some of my most powerful memories:

*Playing outside (usually baseball) with our neighbors till mom called us in for dinner.

*Rollerskating round n’ round our driveway with the boom box blaring my favorite songs (rollerskating was one of my favorite childhood things).

*Looking for frogs and tadpoles in “the swamp.”

*I am used to be mildly afraid of thunderstorms and my mom used to let me sleep on the floor next to her bed when I was scared.

*I once swore I saw a UFO in my parents’ bedroom window. Legit people. ET-style fingers and all.

*Once my brother built extensive mountain bike tracks, complete with speed bumps, through the woods around our house.  It was freaking awesome.

*My room growing up had pink walls and was up against my parents’ bedroom. Fortunately I never heard any hanky-panky coming from their room (THANK GOD) but I could hear my dad’s incredibly loud snoring.

*I used to have like 20 people over at a time during the evenings on Friday nights to play a game called manhunt (similar to capture the flag). Looking back, my parents gave me a ton of freedom to do this and had no idea that many of my friends would smoke and/or make-out in the woods (not me mom, I swear!).

*All the fun bbq’s on our back porch. Oh and that one time my dad rebuilt said porch but didn’t see the need for sides and my adorable little niece fell off it. Don’t worry, she’s fine and then he built the sides 🙂

*All the runs I went on that started and stopped at 32 Jade Tree Lane. I was once incredibly grateful for the previously mentioned woods when I got a stomach ache on a run and couldn’t make it into the house (if you get my drift).

Let’s move on to memories via photo, I can’t believe I’m putting some of these on the internet!

Oh how I will miss the many meals we shared at this kitchen table.
Oh how I will miss the many meals we shared at this kitchen table.
My parents made us take this exact picture every year at Christmas.
My parents made us take this exact picture every year at Christmas.
I still remember my sheer joy upon getting my Sweet Valley High board game.
I still remember my sheer joy upon getting my Sweet Valley High board game.
Rockin' our Simpsons shirts riding bikes.
Rockin’ our Simpsons shirts riding bikes.
Skiing was one of my favorite things to do with my dad as a kid. We'd even ski in the backyard!
Skiing was one of my favorite things to do with my dad as a kid. We’d even ski in the backyard!
Ahhhh. The typical stand in front of the fireplace photo. Every milestone was photographed here, prom, Halloween, family photos.
Typical holiday family photo in my parents dining room.
Typical holiday family photo in my parents dining room.
My mom always threw a holiday part after Christmas because my birthday is two days later. No more photos like these.
My mom always threw a holiday party after Christmas because my birthday is two days later. No more photos like these. (and yes, I’m holding a palm pilot)
The last siblings on the front steps photo we took before the move.
The last ‘siblings on the front steps’ photo we took before the move.

Thanks for the memories old house of mine. More memories will be made at my parents new place in FLA as we soak up the sun and sights during vaca’s, but you will be missed.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

16 comments on “Saying Goodbye to my Childhood Home”

  1. What a great read 🙂 It’s funny how no matter where you grew up, all the “kid” stuff is always the same (manhunt, sneaking cigarettes, playing with neighbours, freedom ) … I feel your pain, my mom just sold our childhood home in November and it was incredibly hard to deal. The people who bought it turned it into a B&B and i’m actually going back for the first time to stay there overnight. I have a feeling it’ll be really difficult but theres nothing like walking around your old neighbourhood, feeling the nostalgia and just smiling for all the good memories.

  2. Loved this post and the beautiful photos. My Mum’s been talking of selling the house we live in, as it is simply enormous and expensive to maintain, and I’ve been going around thinking of all the wonderful times we had here. It makes perfect financial sense to sell and and move to a maintained property, but I get a lump in my throat when I think of it.

  3. This was delightful. You really captured your childhood PERFECTLY in a very few words and pictures. Those were some wonderful stories that show what a wonderful foundation you had. I am sure Lills will be writing a similar piece someday, too!

  4. Awwww. That is very sweet! Every home holds so many memories. I sometimes go on Google Maps to look at the house that I grew up in…it looks pretty much the same as when my dad sold it almost 20 years ago!

  5. What a wonderful post! Loved the photos. I too, had to say good-bye to my childhood home several years ago. I miss it and drive by every time I am in town visiting my family. It is the love and warmth of that family home that I try to recreate for my daughter everyday. Love to you.

  6. This is sad and sweet and I love the pics! My parents still live in my childhood home, too, and though it’s far away from here, I definitely have an attachment to the place. I know I’d be upset if they moved. My mister and I are planning a trip to visit there so I can show our kids where their mama grew up.

  7. I absolutely LOVED reading this post (and I’m sure your family will too!). I loved roller-skating, frog-catching, and Sweet Valley High! The pictures are fabulous! I especially LOVE your smile in the one with you in black, hand on your hips, in front of the fire place. Thank you for sharing this piece of you with us ~ I truly, truly loved it and had a smile on my face the whole time I read! ♥

  8. Awww! I love this post Michelle. I am fortunate, too, to have lived in the same house my whole life until I moved in with my husband-my parents still live there. A few years ago they spoke of selling-I tried and tried to think of a way I could purchase that house from them. Luckily they’re still there, but I’m not sure what I’ll do if they ever do sell it!

  9. Awwwww!! Loved this and especially LOVE all the photos! What great memories! Just think…someday your little girl will be saying all these things about the childhood YOU are giving her…and reminiscing about it fondly. So great! 🙂

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