To the house that I grew up in,

You are where my earliest memories take place. Even if it's not strictly from memory, it's from home video.

Your walls house the energy of all of the laughs, cries, agreements, disagreements, arguments, fights, moments of love, moments of what we believed were hate, moments of joy, moments of sorrow, and everything in between. Of course, the memories of those things can stand on their own, but so many of them happened inside of you.

I have all of the parts of you committed to memory, even though we changed you many times throughout the years. Everything about you holds a special place in my heart.

I may have grown older, and stopped spending as much time at home as I used to, but you never became less special to me.

I may have taken you for granted, knowing you were always there, but never realizing how fortunate my family and I have been to be able to live in you.

I may move on and out, living in different towns and under different roots, but it'll never be the same as it was with you.

You have my childhood, my teenage years, my young adult years, my fondest memories and yours.

No matter what hands you fall into, I hope they are blessed with the best intentions, because they hold you, whom I cherish.