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[belcanto07]

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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[its_debatable]

I know how hard it is to move from a house that you grew up in to a new house that feels so unfamiliar. I moved to Ohio when I was six into a house that I wasn't sure I truly liked. But I was young and adaptable, and I got used to it. I loved the hill in the front yard that I could sled down in the winter, the thick trees in the backyard that I'd pretend I was camping under. That house held all of my memories, good and bad. It was like I could feel the walls in my bedroom holding in all of the times I had laughed, cried, and just existed under the cool breeze of my fan and the warm sun coming in my window. So when I had to move into the house I am living in now, it was almost impossible. I don't have a good memory of the past, so how could I leave the one place that could make it all rush back?

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

[belcanto07]

thanks for your message, love:) I really needed that.
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.