When I was 10 years old, my parents build a new house on the farm, we moved in, and tore the old place down. So, while I lived on the same farm until I graduated high school, I didn't live in the same house.

That means this place, Casa Testerman, is the place I've lived in longer than any other place in my life, by a fair margin. 14 years, almost to the day.

I love our new place, both what it is and what it potentially can become, but I'm not going to lie: walking through the empty rooms in the old place really, really hurts.


3 Replies to “Buildings”

  1. It's been many years since I've had to move, but I've felt much the same way each time. The sense that someplace is now part of the past, not the ongoing present. That it will only be memories. That things are, for better and/or worse, changing.

    I expect next time I visit Jim & Ginger's house — for the last time — I'll feel that way, too.

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