Goodbye Yellow House
I titled this with house rather than home because a house is just a house. We can’t say goodbye to a home because a home is who we are. As a couple, as a family- as long as we’re together we are home. Jeff and I learned this first hand. Over and over…and over again. After 15 moves in our married life, we know - “home” is us. It’s who we are. We decorate it—we fill it with furniture, family and friends and some sweet memories. We fill it with cooking smells—that are divine (pound cake and cookies)—and sometimes— smells that are not so divine (burnt popcorn). This month we say goodbye to our childhood home. It’s the only one I have the most memories from my growing up years, and it’s the only one my youngest two siblings remember. Although some people may see this as a sad event, I tend to look at it with eyes of adventure for my folks. “Grandleria and Grandbuddy”, as they are known to all our children and grandchildren, will get much more time with tho