My family is moving to North Carolina and I was fine with it but today my mom told me to clean the house because on Tuesday someone was going to come in and take pictures of it and stuff. As I was cleaning I just kept thinking about all the memories that my family has made in our house. We use to come to it before it was even built and just walk around. I remember me and my grandma painting my room together. I remember putting a hole in the wall because I thought that I was strong enough to carry my dressers up by myself. I remember when my grandpa died and my grandma decided to move in with us. My two uncles made a bedroom and a kitchen and a bathroom in my basement so that she would have her own little home. When we move to North Carolina we won’t be able to go and look at the house before its built because someone else already built it and some other family already has a bunch of memories there. I’m afraid I’m never going to feel like I’m at home. I think I’m always going to feel like I’m at someone elses house. I’m really going to miss my home.
