I currently live in the house I was born and raised in.
I sleep in the room my parents shared, my daughters sleep in the rooms I played in, grew up in, had secret phone conversations in.
Today I was in the bathroom doing my hair and my husband was in the living room entertaining my kids.
I could easily picture this same scene 20+ years ago, when I was one of the kids.
I can sit in the kitchen and look out the big window and imagine my Mom cutting the grass while my Dad finished loading the dinner dishes into the dishwasher.
I can stand on the porch and watch my daughter run wild and remember playing kick the can with my friends in the same yard.
This house is simple, but I love it. I love every day that I am able to create memories with my children in the place that is home to most of my own childhood memories.
I'll be sad when this house is no longer in the family.