We moved into the home I grew up in when I was about two years old and stayed until I was 18. Lots of memories were made there. I learned how to ride a bike. Walked to school. Played five rocks. Learned how to swim. Broke my arm after getting dizzy spinning in circles and falling right beside my mother as she folded laundry. Played with my friend across the street where we ate Wonder Bread slathered in Nutella. Got my first job at the local swimming pool. Started high school.
As I pack up boxes to move, I can’t help but feel bittersweet about the home we are leaving and excited about the new adventure that awaits. It has also made me realize that all the things I remember from my house growing up are feelings. Things in my mind. Not things I can hold in my hand. I remember the love. The laughter. The dinner table conversations. The challenges. The things I experienced.
Nev Schulman said, “Life experience is what defines our character, even if it means getting your heart broken or being lied to. You know, you need the downs to appreciate the ups. Going on the adventure or taking that risk is important.”
Once we are under a new roof, we will start the next chapter. And we are the ones writing the story. William Feather said, “One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure.” Can’t wait to see what happens next.