Hello, friends! Over the weekend, we (mostly) moved my parents up to my neck of the woods. They've been in their house since 1987 (except for seven months when we had to rebuild it due to water damage) so there was a lot to do. And we did a lot. I'm definitely feeling tired and sore from a very demanding weekend. What I'm not feeling is any feelings about the house.
I remember places we lived before we moved there, but neither of my sisters do. My youngest sister's entire life was, until this weekend, during the era that my parents lived there. But I don't feel sad. Or anything else. The one friend from my time living there that I keep in touch with left the area earlier this year. We're not close with the extended family in the area. So I guess there are just no ties to bind me?
I'm a little surprised, considering I get sentimental about a lot of stuff. But here's to a new era and new memories!
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