I've lived in Georgia since I was 6, I've lived in other places too, but kept coming back here, this is home. I can't imagine life, my life outside of this place I know as home. I've wanted to move so many times because of one thing or another but that was it, they were empty threats. This is real, this is really real, this is happening in just 15 days. The walls are bare, but at least this time in this house after removing all the pictures there's no signs that a smoker lived here. My hubs is a smoker, we didn't realize how bad cigarette smoke was until we moved out of our last house, the walls were painted white or so we thought. After all the pictures had been taken down and packed up you could see exactly where each and everyone of them had hung... the walls were yellow and not a pretty yellow either. We learned a few things from that old house, we've learned a lot more from this old house too.
I miss that old house, I'd forgotten about writing this post until today when I clicked on my blog tab and it popped up... I was home all week being on spring break, trying not to think about this old house and the many many memories we left behind in that old house, I miss home and all the family we left there, I miss everything about this place that'll forever be home to me!
This post was originally drafted on 7-15-2015