Tonight is my very last night at 600 Mohican Way, and I don't even know how to put into words how I'm feeling. My walls of my room are completly bare. The computer room is a mess of boxes, as is the hallway, the bathroom, the garage, the living room, the family room. Its empty, and I hate it. It was the first real place that felt like home, and now
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I hated my new house at first. Even though it had more room for us (having my own bathroom is NICE), it just wasn't 'right'. There was nothing here that reminded me of home, nothing that brought back the good (and even bad) memories of the past years. I felt like it was a place a lived in, but not a place I could really call mine. But then time passed. I started having friends over to watch movies again. I danced around my room at three in the morning to really bad pop music. I had happiness and heartbreak happen in my house, and now when I look around I can see that too.
My point is, yeah, it really sucks to move into a new house. It hurts to leave the old one behind, all of the memories. But you just have to try to remember the past, and look forward to what's going to happen next. Home is where you make it, and as long as you have your family and you have your friends nothing is going to truly change.
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It was just a late night vent to things I just hadn't said, and didn't want to say because I knew everything that you told me. We are officially all moved in and the house is really cool. Its even starting to feel like home already, we even have a breakfast nook:) Good memories are already starting to fill its hallways, and things are just falling in to place in these walls too. I just hope that more things keep happening, and more happiness than heartbreak happen here.
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