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My mom has decided to sell her house. It's the only house I really remember; we moved there when I was 3, I believe. I'm happy for her and hopeful she'll find a place that more suits her needs and lifestyle. But it will be really weird never walking into that house again, not having Thanksgivings at "home" anymore, and not pulling into the familiar driveway when I want to stop by and visit.

Jason and I lucked out in this transition by "inheriting" her piano, the one I grew up playing. We have a nice little area in our living room where it fits pretty well. It sort of makes the place seem more home-y to me, for some reason. I like it.