today i really miss our old house on Granby.
no particular reason why today, so much more than any other day.
it's just a Sunday.
i miss it on other days too, but today i am wishing we could all somehow return to those blissful years as roommates.
i miss the feel of the Granby house.
i miss the street, the trees, the sunlight through the windows, the brightly painted walls, the freedom to walk downstairs and know i'll be seeing some of my favorite people in the world.
it's bittersweet, this moving on.
Carrie got married yesterday. there's no going back to those Granby years. we just have to treasure the memories, i suppose

sometimes i guess you just dont realize how much something--even a house--means to you until you move on.

here's hoping there are some even greater memories in store.