T minus 27 days and counting until we no longer live here. Intellectually, I know how silly it is to be attached to a home, a structure...brick, wood, concrete, that inherently have no eternal value. But it's the emotional investment I've made here that is difficult. We moved in five weeks before the Bug was born. We brought two of our babies home for the first time to live here. I lost my little one here. The Bug's and the Bean's heights are marked on the wall frame into the kitchen. We had the only multi-generational gathering of both sides of our families here...one Thanksgiving with four generations from each side in our home. We became a family here. Sometimes, even though moving on means something better, it's still tough to imagine things any different than they are right at the moment you're in.