So you’re really doing it.

The boxes are packed. The walls are bare. Even the nail that held your favorite photo is gone.

I get it. You’re moving on. You want new—less squeak, more sparkle.

But before you go, let me remind you of a few things.

I was there for the firsts.
First steps. First sleepover. First burnt Thanksgiving turkey.
I watched the seasons change on your face.
Heard the laughter. Held the silence.
I caught the tears you didn’t show anyone else.

You fixed me up a little—patched, painted, improved. But I held you up a lot more than you realize.

I may not be perfect.
But I was yours.
And you were mine.

So yeah, list me. Stage me.
Let the new folks come in with their measuring tape and their Pinterest boards.

But just know—I’m more than drywall and square footage.

I’m your history.

And no matter where you go next…

The house always wins.