Location: Louisville, Kentucky
I am a Freshman in college. My parents announced this fall that they were selling the home that my siblings and I had grown up in. I took the news very hard. I had a very special room that was built for me when I was little. As a little kid, I never stayed in my bed. Every night, either my sister or my parents would find my tiptoeing in their room and tucking myself into their beds...
If they wouldn't let me in, I would simply lay on the hardwood floor outside their door.
My mother's solution was to make a special place where I would like to stay. So she and my aunt, who designs houses, set out to build my nook. By my 8th birthday, my room was completed. Even though the room has a childish feel, I never really grew out of it.
I went through phases, putting posters on the walls, taking off the kiddy sheets, but I never wanted to completely change the room. My whole house has many many memories, but I found parting with my room the hardest. Over the years, we had formed a very special relationship. It was my best friend.
The news that parents were leaving the house and I couldn't take my room with me sent me into shock. My mother tried to comfort me by telling me that the family moving in had two little girls who were mesmerized by my room. I responded like a toddler would, "but its my room!" I suppose the life of my room should move on with new playmates, but I will always miss it.
After packing my boxes this winter break, I made sure to carve my initials in the back of my closet and say a tearful goodbye to the room.
Thanks, Mary !