"I know they say you can't go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here it's like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me."
I think of this house as our giving tree. We bought it at the ripe old age of 22 without putting a penny down. Brought Lena home from the hospital to this house and gave birth to Cannon in the master bedroom. Birthday parties, Christmas mornings, Trick-or-treating, finding out best friends across the street - this house was an amazing home to us for years. And now that we're gone it continues to fill our cup by providing us with income from renting it out. It's empty now between tenants and nostalgia has been strong. So we decided to pack up some toys and spend the day making new memories in our old home. Summer remembered so many memories when we were there, the younger two not so much. I am so grateful for this structure and all it has given us throughout the years.