At the age of 11, I can recall the emotion that swept over me when my parents told me we were moving from the only home I had known. The disciplined I received from the hairdryer burnt spot in the shag carpet, the sound of the swinging door into the kitchen, the smell of the Frasier fur in the living room during Christmas, the messy kitchen on Sunday after church where a true southern meal was prepared for me and my brother and those warm windy nights lying on the floor with the screen door open during a summer thunderstorm with my dad as we watched the lightning and counted until we heard the thunder, were all going to be distant memories. This is where I came to understand what a home meant.
Our new home held just as many grand memories but took some time for the other ones to slip away. Now I have seen my own children experience “the move” to a new home as well, and I relish in their memories of the old home but also look forward to creating new ones. Simply put, may you find a home that allows you to make, share and remember the joys of life and if you so desire, I could assist you in the journey.