My Cleaning Thoughts...

So, I decided to thoroughly clean my room and closet today (which was desperately needed).
I had so many old papers, binders, folders, books, and projects piled up in my closet that I really needed to do something with. I'm somewhat of a pack-rat, so I didn't want to throw it ALL away, so I just kind of shoved it onto a shelf in my closet.

ANYWAY,
As I'm cleaning my mom informs me that we're going to have to clean out all of the closets pretty soon anyway because they may be putting the house on the market...

....

I'm pretty sure my heart stopped.
They have been talking about moving for a while, but I guess hearing the words

"We may be putting our house on the market."

really put it into reality.

I've spent pretty much my ENTIRE life in this house.

I have so many memories of my friends coming over, parties I've had, and conversations that have happened.
I have memories of redoing my room over and over again until I finally loved it enough to keep it like it is until I leave.
I have memories of our old swing set that Chris and I helped my dad build when we were little.
I have memories of playing the piano with GranAnn in the living room during Christmas.
There are memories of playing Ultimate Spoons with Casey, Cord, and Joel in the kitchen and running down the hallways to get to the spoons that were on my bed (and pretty much killing ourselves in the process).
I love the memories of the summers that my friends and I would lay in the middle of our street late at night and look at the stars.
I have memories of playing "team tag" with all of my neighbors when we were younger.
We used to play kickball in the culdesac (sp?) and basketball at my neighbors' house.
There are memories of the many crazy videos that Paige and I have made in our play room.

But most of all, there are memories of my ENTIRE family being in the same house at the same time for many many years. There won't be those memories at this other house (if my parents decide to move). It won't really even be MY house. It will just be the house that I go back to visit.

I completely respect my parents for making the decision to help out with the church that my church is planting, but I'm just going to miss my house.

And I guess really when I think about it, it's kind of dumb that I'm going to miss an object that isn't even living. And they haven't even decided FOR SURE if they are going to move. It doesn't even really matter in the long run.
But I'm still going to miss it.

...that's just what I was thinking about while I was cleaning...