Today after nearly 27 years my parents are moving out of my childhood home. During their entire journey to sell their home I feel like I have been fairly un affected. I knew the decision they were making to downsize and move to somewhere that better suited the next chapter of their lives was the right decision but the reality of all this change is just beginning to set in.
To think that I will never spend another Christmas at “home” or wake up in my room has had me overcome with emotions. I had my first kiss on that front porch, cried in the driveway over my broken heart, buried our dog in that back yard, laughed with family around that kitchen island, spent warm summer afternoons in the pool, climbed that willow tree, watched the Giants win a Super Bowl in that house and made friends that turned into family. But this is not a sad post or a sad day. I choose to take nothing but the many wonderful memories from Williamsburg Ct and the house that built me.
So here is to the house that built me; that gave me the love, support and a beautiful place to call home. I think these pictures speak for themselves.