my parents will no longer own the house I grew up in. We moved there in 1983 when I was barely four. Now my parents are grandparents with 2, almost 3 children graduated from college and they are looking for another home. If everything goes as planned they will close on a new house at the end of April.
Despite memories, I have had no sad feelings about the sale of this house and another family moving in. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I've lived away from that house for almost ten years now. Or maybe, like in the real estate commercials, I know you can take your memories with you.
I haven't been to see the house my parents hope to purchase (only pictures) and it was just this last weekend that I realized that I have no idea about where they are going to live. I was thinking about going to Raleigh at some point to visit (no specific dates were in my head Mom, I was just tossing around some ideas!) when I realized that I would have to learn a whole new way to get to where they will be living. That I will be traveling to a place that has no familiar landmarks. That I could conceivably never enter the city of Raleigh again. After all, there would be no reason to go to the Food Lion on Leesville Road if my parents don't live around the corner, we would go to another grocery store. And in ten years, I would have no recognition of the area I once considered home. I'm not sad, but it is very surreal. VERY surreal.
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