Today marks a change not only for me, but for my entire family. After several months of dealing with my dad’s death, we were put in a situation to sell our childhood home. I was never quite sure how I would feel about the house being up for sale, but here we stand with a house full of 26 years of memories on the market.
Looking back at when we first moved into the house 26 years ago, I still laugh at how unique our house was. While most people got the usual two story home or single family home, my dad opted for the only house in town that resembled Pizza Hut. Along with a strong resemblance to Pizza Hut, our house had a consistent Michigan State green paint coating on the exterior from top to bottom.
Moving into the house, our family had just experienced some massive changes. My mom had just passed away, my dad remarried, and we went from three kids to five kids (twins). Our family would eventually grow and double in size by adding three more brothers, and three amazing sisters.
Throughout the years, we had some of the greatest moments of our lives in that house. We had newlyweds, new drivers, new friends, and grandkids for my parents to spoil. Along with so many great additions, we also had so many great family gatherings and events.
Unfortunately, we’re in a much different spot today. From losing my mom before we first moved in, we lost our dad and have now all moved on to new homes, new cities, and new beginnings. I used to always look back at our childhood home and wonder why my dad never sold it and moved on. Returning home to bury him in November and clean up the house, I’m glad he never sold it. While I never appreciated everything that we experienced in the house when we all lived together, going back I can’t help but recount and reminisce about all the memories that we had in the house. While he wasn’t there to yell at me to clean the garage or take out the garbage, the fact that I could go there and remember the times we shared together was priceless.
In conclusion, our house wasn’t the best, and certainly wasn’t what you’d see on HGTV. However, our childhood home was special, unique, and everything that we needed to grow up in. We may have lost our dad and moved on from our childhood house, but I’m glad that we got to share 26 years worth of memories in that home.