We said our final goodbyes to our house yesterday. Having moved so many times in my life, you’d think I wouldn’t get so emotionally attached to a place. That’s been mostly true – I’ve really only ever been truly attached to one house…the one my grandparents lived in. Their home was the only constant – that no matter how many times we moved or where we lived, their home was always waiting for me. When my grandfather passed away and it was sold, I was gutted. I still drive by and say hello when I find myself in the (northern NJ) area. I’m sure I will always visit this house too…after all, it’s where some of the most poignant + happy memories of my life happened. As we said our goodbyes yesterday, I came to a powerful realization. The house was quiet, empty…lifeless. The “soul” of the home was gone so to speak…it was just a shell. As the kids danced around one last time in their room, their laughter + happiness stood out more than ever, and wiped away my tears. We brought life to the house, as will the new owner, and that makes me smile. I will always love 525 N New Street…I’m so grateful for the five years of priceless memories we made there…those we take with us.