So, today is officially the day when my house got its first offer. Literally, maybe an hour ago, a couple came here in the same exact position that my parents were in 16 years ago; they are about to have a baby and are looking for a quiet, comfortable home where to raise their child in. My room will be the baby's. There will be a cradle and a changing board. The wooden board near the ceiling of my room that currently holds some of my stuffed animals will soon be carrying the weight of that baby's stuffed animals. This home is where I grew up in. I've lived here since I was two years old. This situation is kind of bittersweet because it means that I have to grow up now and really face the fact that I will now be living in a new home, in a new place, with new people around me. But I can't help but wonder if any other place will really feel like this one.
I'll miss the hammock.
The window that connects the kitchen to the living room so I can smell my mom's cooking.
The wooden tiles that my father stuck on one by one all by himself.
The inappropriate paintings on my walls.
The sound of my dog slipping and sliding on the floor.
The view of the Empire State Building that I get to look out at.
The sounds of the fire trucks as they exit 29th street and roll down 3rd avenue.
I'll miss everything.
Goodbye to one chapter of my life and hello to another.
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