The house on the street where I lived

So I had one last look today at the house I grew up in.

I lived in that house in Greely for almost 20 years. It has a lot of memories. Tomorrow it closes, a new owner will take possession. My Mom had me hold onto an envelope with the keys and garage door openers. The final viewing for the new owners was on Saturday, and my Mom was afraid they might take the keys early.

The house was empty, and signs of love everywhere, such as the carpets that are well worn, or parts that need painting. A hall light was on upstairs, that I turned off.

I'm really going to miss the place. It may just be a house, but there are a lot of memories there.