In January of 2014, my father began his new Job at as a Judge on the Texas Criminal Court of Appeals in Austin, Texas. As my family still lived in San Antonio, this became quite the drive for my Dad to make day to day. However my Mother had her own career as a Pediatrician, so my family began looking for a more neutral territory to move the family, and it was decided that the place would be Wimberley, Texas. We will be making the move at the end of this week, and by the time this article is published, my childhood home will be no more, so I’ve decided to write an ode to the house that was there through it all.

To the house that raised me well, you have been there through it all.

You saw me rise above, and you sometimes saw me fall.

Through the bad years and the good, in classes, work, and friends,

I always came back to you in the end.

In your bedrooms I cried, laughed, feared and thought,

And the meals made in the kitchen will never be forgot.

I wont forget the times I stayed up way too late,

Lying on your couches, using table tops as my stage.

This house was where we came, my family, friends, and I.

We would watch our favorite shows, and sip our favorite wines.

The day snow cancelled school, in the seventh grade,

You let me make a ski range, right on your driveway.

This house has many memories, but now its time to go.

Though I’ve loved the times, and I will miss you so.

I hope the new owners are nice; I hope they treat you swell.

My sisters and I are thankful, for the house that raised us well.

It’s on to fresh adventures; a new house is now calling.

In this new house, I’m sure we will keep growing.

And it will leave a mark on us, just the same as you.

House that raised me well, now our time is through.