A Goodbye Letter to My House
--> Dear House, Here I sit in Florence, hyperventilating and almost at verge of crying. After almost 16 years, I will never see you again and it is starting to slowly tear me apart. I remember, although vaguely, the first day we met each other. You were old and worn and I remember staring at you overwhelmed with how big you looked to my childlike eyes. I remember going into the backyard and you won me over with a swing set. The next thing I know we are moving to be with you. The first night was hard and your cracks were the most noticeable. Little by little, we embraced each other and gave each other what we both needed. I helped fill your rooms with laughter and joy and you gave me solace and safety in the times I needed it most. Even when things were at their worst, y...