We all eventually leave our homes, whether it’s the house we grew up in or a place we’ve made our own.

This bittersweet reality reminds us that everything is temporary. The walls that have sheltered us, the rooms that have witnessed our joys and sorrows, and the memories that linger in the air are all part of a fleeting chapter in our lives.

Because nothing is permanent, we learn to live each moment, embracing both joy and sorrow. Our homes shape us, but it is the love we carry with us that truly endure. Though we may leave these physical spaces behind, the essence of those experiences will always remain with us, guiding us as we step into new beginnings.

Each room tells a story, I remember the warmth of the sun streaming through the windows on lazy afternoons, the sound of rain tapping against our roof during quiet nights, and the joy of celebrating life’s milestones within your walls.

Over time, you have become a haven for friends and loved ones, each finding a little piece of themselves within your walls. They came in as guests but quickly became part of our extended family. You embraced each person who entered, allowing them to feel safe. Because of you, they discovered a sense of belonging, a reminder that family isn’t just about blood; it’s about the connections we forge and the love that we share.

As I close this chapter of my life and prepare to leave my beloved home, I am filled with a whirlwind of emotions. This house has been more than a structure; it has been a sanctuary, a canvas for memories, and a witness to countless moments of joy, a nurturing space, a place of refuge.  I will carry the essence of you with me always.

With love and fond memories,

BS