My Parents House

My parents have lived in their current house for about 9 years. I was 20 when they moved into the house. So I didn't really grow up there, and really I only lived there for about 2-3 years before I moved out on my own. But for some reason I really have a strong connection to their house. So it was really sad when they made the decision to move...this all started a few weeks back. They got it into their heads that they need a smaller house. Really I didn't think it was going to go anywhere. But then while I was in Prague, they found a house, and started considering putting theirs on the market. Yesterday their house officially went up for sale, and by 8 pm last night, their house was sold. Yep, their house sold in about 15 hours. Wow! So today I am a bit sad. Like I said I don't really have a logical reason for being upset, I didn't grow up in this house or even live there for very long. But I just really like it. It is a nice house. And I am sad to see them move out of it.

I have been trying to come up with reason why I am sad about this move...and so far I have nothing...
When I was born my parents lived in a small house in the town of Palmyra, PA. By the time I was 6 months old they moved into another house, this time in Hershey, PA. I loved this house. It was a big, old farmhouse, but it was right on a main street and really not a good location. It had lots of big rooms, and hallways and all kinds of neat places to play and hide as a kid.

We moved from this house when I was about 12 years old. It was hard to move but the next house we lived in was even better, it was a cute little cape cod style house, again in Hershey. It wasn't a big house, but it was really nice and had a great backyard. Plus it was in a great neighborhood. Unlike the last house, it wasn't on a main street, it was on a quiet back street, with little traffic. The street had those adorable street lamps, and the neighborhood was full of kids for my younger brother and I to play with. It was really nice growing up there.

However, we moved again...this time I was 19. I really didn't want to move from this house, but at the time it seemed like a good change. We moved to a house in the middle of nowhere in Newville, PA. My parents moved there for a work opportunity. It was nice, but at the age of 19 it was really hard for me to make friends. I spend most of my time either back in Hershey, or by myself in Newville. We didn't spend too much time at this house. The work opportunity ended up not working out for my parents and we moved by the time I was 20. To the current house they are living in, the one that sold in less than a day.

I guess my feeling is that I will have no connection to the next house they live in. I will have never lived there, it is not my house. It is their house...
The whole thing is just really sad... :-(