Childhood

Today, although I did absolutely nothing, was an akwardly emotional day for me. My parents sold their house after putting it on the market only a few days ago.
Being an ARMY brat, I never thought I would get too attched to any one place. Afterall, in my childhood I became use to moving around. Essentially, my family was my home. Don't get me wrong, I still feel the sme way even though a few things have changed. I have gotten married so now I feel like I have a home in two places.
When they put the house up for sale I din't think I would have any feelings when it sold. I was totally wrong. When my mom texted me with the words "the house sold" what I saw was "your childhood sold."
I am very happy for my parents and excited for them about starting out fresh with new jobs in a few months, but am very sad that my childhood place, the place where most of my memories were created, is going to be different and for all intents and purposes, gone. I knew that the day would come when the house would sell. I guess in little ways I have prepared myself for it and I always knew I would be a little sad. The first indication was when I came home from college and my room had been transformed from a little girl's room into an office painted beige. When that happened I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.
I guess I need to realize that the beauty of memories is that they are never really about a place, but about the people and relationships that grew there. I am still a little sad and will be for a while, but overwhelmingly thankful for the love and memories that were created in my childhood and in my parent's house.