I have mentioned a few times that my parents moved. They moved out of the house they built in 1973. The house they lived in for 47 years. They moved into a condo, a lovely condo, months ago. I thought I made peace with it.

Yesterday it was officially official. The house I grew up in, lived in until I was 25- sold. Sold it, as in they signed the title and the new owners went in and started pulling carpet and tearing down walls and getting things moving asap before they officially move-in in two weeks.

Our house was not perfect, perfect in my eyes, and I am thrilled this family of 5 is making it their own. I don't know much, but I do know it is their first home purchase and the couple has has 3 little ones. One of the kids is a girl and she is getting my room- the pink room. I heard this news and I cried. Big, fat tears. Look, I am sure one day she will grow out of the pink phase and paint the walls, but knowing that a little girl gets to grow up in my childhood room gives me all the feels. Even as I type this- I am getting a bit emotional. I had a pretty great childhood, not perfect, but perfect in my eyes. That house, and that room played a huge part.

I wish nothing but a great life for that family that gets to live in the house that built my family! Ok, off to wash my face and hands!