|Julie & Me on Audubon Rd|
Some people are able to know what the home they grew up in is like because perhaps their parents still live there. Or maybe they still live there.
In years past, while I was a Realtor, I did "look" at a few of my "growing up" homes via the internet when they were listed, but never actually walked through one.
Lately, I have been thinking about them. What if we stayed here or there? Would things have been different? Would I have taken different paths?
The four homes my parents had during my childhood were close in location. I went to one school for Kindergarten and 1st grade, then stayed in the same school district for the other two.
I remember all but one. The first home I lived in, I was quite young when we moved and much was happening in our lives that caused us to not have many photographs. I know the name of the street but do not know the exact address.
I google mapped th remaining three and zoomed in (such a creeper!).
This first one is sad... The house has been in ruins and someone has recently bought it and has repaired it.
After I moved out, I lived in many, many homes. A dormitory during college, a few apartments and duplexes until my life began with Sergio.
Sergio was smart with house purchasing and together we worked our way through 10 homes in 25 years! Amazingly, we stayed in one home for 10 while the girls went through most of their school years.
We were fortunate with the housing market. We lived in wonderful homes. My girls, particularly through their school years, had the best neighborhood, pools, basketball court, cul-de-sac, and tons of neighborhood kids to play with.
While I love the house we currently live in, I know, we will move again. We hope to move just one, maybe two more times. This time we are considering going further. We want beaches or mountains. It's a big move. I want to be in a location that my kids will want to come often. I hate the thought of being away from, but I know they are only beginning their own adventures of adulthood.
I am not so sentimental to houses. It's the memories which were formed there. I take them with me. Any house can be a home. It's our job to make it that. I wonder what it would be to let my roots go deep and stay put, but we are so content with pulling them up and re-potting them to new soil.
Now, what about you and your roots?