Dear 310,

In three short days, I have to say goodbye to you. Yes, 310, I’ve said goodbye to you many times before. I’ve said said goodbye to you when I hopped on school bus #27 for my first day of kindergarten. I’ve said goodbye to you before leaving for freshman year of college. I’ve even said goodbye to you when I went to our mountain house for the weekend, but this goodbye is different—this goodbye is forever.

I’ve been naïve to think this day would never come, but as I see your rooms become emptier and emptier, I’m quickly learning that this is reality.

Before we part ways, I need to tell you just how sweet of a “home-sweet-home” you’ve been for me and my family over these past eighteen years.

310, you’ve been there, done that, and seen it all.

You were there when my parents and sisters welcomed me through your door after bringing me home from the hospital.

You were there to see me at seven-years-old, fall on the driveway and knockout two of her teeth while trying to learn how to ride a bike.

You’ve seen countless games of “Marco Polo” played in the swimming pool, hundreds of pushes on the tire-swing, and nineteen years of birthdays.

You’ve seen mom pack all of our lunches and dad make every Sunday meal.

Your kitchen has caught on fire, your trees have been dug out, and your kitchen floors have been covered in flour and sugar.

You were there for every late hour spent studying in the office, every night-before-it’s-due projects, and all of the bad test grades.

Over the years, you’ve been remodeled, decorated, plastered, and painted, but have always kept that same-old “homey feel”.

You’ve been an umbrella for all of those times spent in the garage watching a thunderstorm.

You’ve heard us say “Grace” before eighteen Thanksgiving meals, you’ve had thousands of trick-or-treaters at your doorstep, and you've had many competitive Easter egg hunts in your backyard .

You’ve been there for every snow day and you’ve watched the girls and I be pulled around on sleds in the snow by Dad.

You’ve been there for the heartaches and countless tears, the illnesses and injuries, but more importantly, the laughs and sweet, cherished moments.

310, You’ve watched us grow up, but now that we’re grown, it’s time to let a new family enjoy your warmth. That family will be lucky to have you and don’t worry, I know they’ll love you just the same.

I cannot thank you enough for being the loveliest home to be raised in these past eighteen years. The millions of warm memories that we’ve made in your presence are memories to last a lifetime.

You are and forever will be my “home-sweet-home”.

With so much love,

Natalie