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.