Subconsciously I’ve always known this moment would come but every time the thought crossed my mind I would push it far back inside my head and keep it locked there. Now this moment may not seem significant or should it even matter to me at this point in my life but, I guess I just have a hard time letting go and accepting change especially at this point where I’m constantly surrounded by change.
This moment right now is tearing at my heart strings. I’m moving.
Now the house I live in now for some reason holds so much sentimental value to me. It’s the neighborhood that I’ve spent the past 14 years growing up in. The place I’ve called home, and that I’ve grown to love. It’s been the place that has never let me down and it’s helped shape me into the person I am today.
There’s a worn out spot in the front yard where my dad and I have thrown the baseball for countless hours over the years, it’s the spot where I fell in love with the game. My basketball hoop that sits overhanging the street is where I’ve made up a numerous amount of scenarios in my head of being in the NBA.
The garage, is a place where a number of empty Popsicle wrappers could be found as we would devour them on a hot summer day. It’s a place that stores all the things that brought me joy as a young buck.
The living room, where many things have been spilt, where we have watched a numerous amount of movies, played board games, had family meetings, fires in the winter, and sleepovers on the floor.
This place holds so much love in my heart due to my surroundings and by that I mean my neighbors.
Now, I don’t mean to brag but, I had THEE best childhood, and I’m not exaggerating. I lived by my three best friends, who were literally footsteps apart. We spent every single day together for as long as I can remember. The days were spent playing sports until dark and the weekends we would spend debating whose house to have the sleepover at.
My neighborhood quickly became my family and I can’t thank them enough for all they’ve done for me and the impact they’ve made on me as a person.
Especially the Bowers, this family holds a huge spot in my heart. They mean so much to me and I care for them a great deal. They’ve taken me in as their own a countless amount of times and they are the ones who introduced me to Christ. For that, I am forever grateful and am so blessed to call them a second family. I don’t know where I would be without them.
Faded footprints are left on the floor and across the stairs of four children that have grown up here and of two parents that have married and built a family in love. I don’t just see my house as a structure or a place I sleep when I’m on home on a weekend, each part of it holds a a personal story in my heart.
This home brought me a great life with the people I love the most.
It’s time for a new family to embrace the love we leave behind as we say goodbye to 1376 Sugarmaple Drive.