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watching people pack up your memories is not fun. watching your mother cry as the take apart her favorite bookcase, and decide how to wrap the paintings she spent years deciding on, is never fun. this day although could have fun. i love this house, i have never been anywhere else. i may be spoiled cause of that fact, but i have been able to rely on a place for 18 years, there are memories in every room and i can’t help but to just stare, as they strip it down to nothing. it seems so easy, but it’s amazingly hard.