Having moved a lot through out my whole life, I never really felt like I got attached to a certain house. I got attached to my friends and my surroundings, but never the house it self.
Back in 2006 I started Nannying for a family in Park City, which turned into moving to California, and then back to Park City. Ever since that time I've always had a "home" in PC. I lived there for 3 summers and was back and forth between Sugar House and Park City up until I got married. It was my home during that time. My stability. I knew I always had my room there. My escape and getaway.
Last week, I went up to Park City, to pick up some things that I still had in the basement of my old home there. Since the family spends most of their time in California they have decided to sell it. I got their a little before they did and walked through the house, sat in my room, and I was surprised at all the emotions that came. I went through a lot while living there. A lot of growing up. I miss all the movie nights by the fire place. The scooter rides. The perfect summer weather. The pools. I miss the nights when I had the whole house to myself and I could play the piano and mess up as much as I wanted to and it didn't matter. I haven't played at all since moving away. I miss the cuddles from my girls when they would fall asleep with me or come wake me up in the mornings. I miss all the laughs from the boys cracking me up at all times. The giddiness of the surprise visits and flowers that Jason would always leave for me. I miss the views. Waking up to fresh snow in Park City is something else. It's breath taking.
Blame it on being crazy pregnant or for the first time really being sad about leaving a house. Even though I haven't slept in "my room" for years it was still hard walking away.
We were all crying.
It's the closing of a Chapter in all of our lives.
Thank you for being so good to me Park City. I am a lucky girl to say I have lived there.
