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.
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.”
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!
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.