I'm a pretty sentimental person. It's a classic Cancer trait; I have a whole box of random keepsakes, appreciate the art of handwritten notes, and will cry at the drop of a hat when Fifteen comes on. (Because, obviously)
Which is why it was weird when I realized I didn't really feel any different when the house I grew up in was sold.
But now that it's gone I'm feeling bittersweet. It's kind of like graduating high school. (Why does that feel like a lifetime ago?) It's an ending but a whole lot of beginnings.
So here's to new beginnings, yes?
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