"Memories..."

For Thanksgiving this year my family and I went to see my Grandparents in Albuquerque, NM. Now, this isn't an unusual trip, except for one thing. In mid-October, my Grandpa called my dad and said "Marc, if you want to see the house again, you better get out here before Wednesday". This was his way of telling my dad that he and my Grandma were not only moving from the house that my dad has lived in since he was three years old, but they were moving in less than a week. Now this was surprising and a little disheartening to all of us. It has been a second home to my brother and I since we were born. We have almost as many memories in that house as we do in our own. Everything from "our" bedrooms, swimming in the pool, cards at the dining room table, ping-pong upstairs and a lifetime's amount of just stuff that my Grandparents have accumulated.

Their new house is nice, but it isn't the house that we are used to. They haven't even put the house on the market yet because they need to replace the carpet and do a few other repairs. So I asked my Grandpa to take me to the old house so I could see it all empty. My parents and brother ended up coming too. I didn't expect it to be as sad as it was. Just knowing that was the last time we were going to be in that house was horrible! It was weird, usually I love change, I even crave it, but there are a few things in my life that are just always stable. My Grandparents are one of those things and now they go changing on me! What the heck Grandma and Grandpa! Well I guess I just have to just get over it and make some memories in the new house, because my grandparents are still the same.