I'm getting sentimental. We told ourselves we wouldn't stay more than 2 years and now 10 years we've decided to move. It's difficult to pack when all I want to do is reflect on the wonderful times we've had here. It's just a house, some may think, but when we build these memories over time it really IS a home. It's with mixed emotions that we begin this sad journey of packing and sorting through our things. I want to take pictures again after we've packed but all the furniture in place. This actually has been the longest time I've lived in any one place since growing up we moved to a few different places. I hope I can give my kids the sense of place, not in just one little house on a street, but more of a sense of place in the world. I don't plan to trek the world randomly with them, but I want them to know that wherever we live or visit or have temporary quarters, that we leave a little bit of ourselves and we gain a little bit of that place. I really am going to miss this place.