4437

Well, part of growing up is moving out, right? These last few weeks have been just that- moving out of my childhood home. My mom recently up and moved to a smaller, more manageable house. I love the new house and am so excited to see it!

That being said, it's hard letting go of the house that I grew up in, of the street where I learned to ride my bike, of the trees I learned to climb. But that's ok. I'm going to keep the memories and make new ones in the new house.

Goodbye, 4437. You sure were good to us, and you will be just as good to the new family that gets to call you home.