So I've been living in my house now for 24 years. 24 YEARS! A whole lifetime really. I practically grew up here, and decided to move, in order to have a piece of the so-called "American Dream." Besides, my old house is going to get torn down by the landlord in December anyway, so it was a good time to move now.
I'm almost moved in completely and slept for the first time in my brand new master bedroom last night. I gotta say though, I'm a little nervous and feel kinda weird. Out of place really. I'm so used to that old house to be honest. I really am. It's gonna take me a bit to get used to the new place, which really is not that far from the old one, but still. It's just odd. Really, really odd.
Anybody else know what I'm talking about? The new place is nice indeed. But it just doesn't feel like home quite yet. As I was leaving my old dwelling the other day to pick up stuff, I actually broke down and cried. So many freakin' memories in that house. Unreal. My dad, my mom, my brother, grandmother, countless friends/acquaintances, events, tragedies, fights, dysfunction, joys, etc. You name it, that house witnessed it all.
And I've left it. Forever.
It feels like one big giant strange dream...