this past weekend kirk and i went to Milwaukee...where my parents live...so kirk could help my dad do some work on the house. the house my parents live in is the house i grew up in...since birth. they haven't moved, although they've wanted to for quite some time. it's an older house that needs quite a few updates, and my mom will be the first one to tell you, they'd rather torch it than fix it up. to anyone else looking through the house it would seem small, a bit outdated, and just an average home. but to me it's much more. eventhough my parents don't like the home anymore, i love it there. maybe it's because my daughter sleeps in the same room i did as an infant when we visit. or maybe it's because the walls of the home have basically watched me live my whole life up until i left for college. maybe it's the scent of the lilacs and lily of the valleys that fill the whole house every may. or maybe it's swinging on the swingset outside that stood there since i was a child. eventhough i have grown up and moved away, and have created a new comfortable home with kirk and addie, there's just something about the home i grew up in that has so much charm to me. it's safe....it's still home. many people never had the experience of growing up in one single home their whole childhood. but i am glad my parents never chose to move (well, not yet at least!). i still get to go back an visit...and be reminded of all the memories that home holds. i simply love it!
