Today was closing on the sale of our house.
This house was my house. It was not extravagant or anything special. But it was my house. This house stood witness to those evenings of fighting with kids' homework, the tears of a teen's first break up, three graduations, so many birthday cakes and kids tearing into Christmas gifts. We brought our first grandchild home to this house.
This house was home. It was my home.