The Truth About Selling Your Childhood Home

What really happens when your family sells your childhood home? You get really sad and it sort of feels like someone has died. Living by campus makes it a lot weirder because you either go home a lot or you barely go home. You go to your house for a weekend and that could be the last time you’re there.

Selling the house you grew up in is so surreal. It feels like it's not actually happening until you start unpacking all of your stuff into a new, strange house. I remember the last time I went to my old house and I didn't even know that would be the last time I'd go there. When I found out that we sold it, I cried and had a "funeral" for our old house. I grew up there and have most of my memories there. I remember having three different bedrooms at our old house because I couldn't decide which one I liked the most. I remember my sister breaking her nose on the trampoline in the backyard and laughing because of how much blood she had on her face.

I remember looking at the pictures of our new house. I loved it and I thought it was gorgeous, but I was still holding onto our old house. I remember going to look at it for the first time and being so excited to finally see it and choose my room. I was a little salty that my sister had two connected bedrooms and started referring to it as the "Kylie Jenner room." I remember seeing the creepy bedroom by my bathroom and immediately saying no to it as my bedroom. When I walked into my new bedroom, I could see how everything would fall together.

As sad as I am to not go to our old house for weekends and holidays, I'm excited to go to our new home for Christmas and decorate it. I'm excited to see what new memories we make in this new house and everything that comes with it. Moving from your childhood home sounds terrifying, but it's not as bad as you think it would be.

To my childhood house: Thank you for giving me so many memories. From the time I came home to a burnt lawn to driving home after getting my license, I will always cherish these memories. I had my first “Bloody Mary” experience there and ran out to the yard crying.

To my new house: From choosing my bedroom to eating pizza on the kitchen floor the day we moved in, I've already made some great memories here. I'm excited to see what other memories we make here.