My parents are selling my childhood home. Well, really it’s my eighth grade until now home but still, it’s been a while. I threw a major fit the first time we moved (even though this house was less than a mile away and contained a whole separate kitchen and bathroom just for me).

I was feeling indifferent about this move – until I saw the listing online. I instantly wanted all the pictures down and to tell house-hunting strangers “hey, quit looking at my home!”

The old homestead Christmas Eve 2011

But I’ll get over it. And I bet my mom’s food will taste just as good when it’s cooked in a different kitchen. A year from now, I probably won’t even miss the actual house. Because guess what? You get to take the memories you made in that house with you.

Next year's Christmas dinner will probably look the same (hopefully someone forgets to pack that crazy tablecloth)