Home Sweet Home - Part 1

This week my parents are moving from the house that they've lived in for the past 17 years of my 30 years of life. It was a quick process for them and has required some quick processing on my end, too! A week after they went into escrow, I was able to go home to help my parents pack a few boxes and find some closure from my "childhood" home. While I only lived in this house for 5 years (I moved out in 1997), some major things happened in this address...


All 3 of us kids graduated high school and had our parties in the backyard.

I sat at the kitchen table after high school every day boring my mom with every detail from my high school escapades.

I fell in love with Brian during our senior year of high school.

My baby brother, Drew, now 19, only remembers living in this house. My dad painted the Chief - GO ILLINI! - on his bedroom wall for Christmas one year.

Brian proposed to me in the basement during Christmas, under the lights of the tree.

We had our rehearsal dinner in the backyard with our friends and family supporting our wedding vows.

I have countless memories in my bedroom!

...plus scores of birthday parties, Christmas celebrations, movie nights, sleepovers, and I'm sure a few bad events, too. :)

But while I was packing boxes, reminiscing with my family, and recalling precious memories from 810 Glen Eagle Lane, I realized in a whole new way that home is where the heart is. Home is a place of love, not an address. And a home is family.