XO's from California: The House That Built Me

My parents have offically sold the home where I was raised. We moved there in February of my third grade year so that is the house that I remember the most. I never realized just how emotionally attached I was to my childhood home, until the realization that I would never again drive up Eaton Court, walk into the laundry room, or run up the stairs to my bedroom. I was ok with that...or so I thought. One afternoon I was listening to Miranda Lambert's song The House That Built Me and tears came to my eyes. I knew immediatly that I HAD to go home one last time. After talking it over with Ryan, I took time off from work, scheduled an independent study with Makena's teacher, booked two free flights and one purchased ticket all in two days. One week later, the kids and I were on a plane to Michigan. Ryan couldn't make the trip so I went alone...on a plane with three kids...one was a baby...I prayed...hard...for a great flight. Guess what? It went PERFECT!!!!! My children were angels the whole time and it was a long day of flying for them. Well, my trip back home was everything I wanted it to be and more. The kids and I had so much fun! We hung out with the cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles, family friends, college roommates, high school friends, picked apples, laughed, made smores, had a "bonfire", visited Custard Time twice, shopped, and made memories. I wasn't sad to say good-bye because I had my closure. The house I grew up in will always be special and filled with happy memories. I can only hope that my children will one day remember their childhood home with pleasure!