I turned in my keys to my old apartment yesterday. It still amazes me how different it looks empty than it did with all of our stuff and countless kids. Those four walls stood strong while I learned a lot about who I was and what the world was like. We saw more bad times than I could possibly recount but also laughed so hard we cried on more than one occasion. For 51 months it was my home… and now it’s just an old house of mine. Funny how life works that way.