Wednesday, September 16, 2009
since the for-sale sign is up...
and since my mom left a comment on my blog mentioning it...
i think now i'm probably safe to say it.
my parents are moving.
let me address these questions in a sequential order.
Nov. 1st...though my dad is already traveling there and working there a lot.
where is there:
Orange County, CA
they feel like its the right thing to do.
and some big hauncho at KPMG asked them to.
aside from wanting to lock myself in my room while listening to some really sad song that reminds me of building snowmen or a high school doorstep scene or all the birthdays and christmases we (my family) shared in that house...i'm ok.
but let me ask this: why is it that we become so attached to something like a house?
why is it that you want to take off a door-knob and a leaf from the backyard for safe-keeping? are there really memories locked in that doorknob and leaf?
i don't really know.
but one thing is for sure:
i will always be a Fairfield Falcon.
i will always have been a member of the Summerhaze Ward.
i will always be Sister Coombs' piano student.
i will always be a Davis Dart (and a true dart at that *wink wink*)
i will always love Jake's Over the Top's milkshakes (mmm, love the grasshopper one).
i will always think of the Country Road as our road...where we took many walks, ran many runs, and talked many talks.
i will always think of those big warm mountains as my mountains.
and i will always look on my childhood at 193 South with the fondest, sweetest memories.
can you believe the Hartleys won't be in Utah anymore?
i really can't.