Change

I don't handle change as well as I should.  It comes in and shakes my world up just a little bit more than what I am comfortable with.  One would think that after 31 years of changing times you would become immune or at least used to it . . . but not me.  Now there were changes in my life that i actually enjoyed; getting married, having 2 beautiful children, graduating from High School and going on to college, but there is one change that is about to happen and I am not ready!  My parents are moving.  I grew up in that house and it has 23 years of memories inside of it.  I remember crying in the bathroom because I didn't want to go to my 2nd grade class (I hated my teacher), I remember my dog coming to meet me at the mailbox everyday when I got off the bus, but most of all I remember some of the best neighbors that I still see when I pick up my little shorties from my mom.  The best part of this house, was the dirt road.  When we moved into the house I was 7 years old.  Every night my mom and I would go for a walk down the road and at the end of the road was a huge rock (and I say was because they have started to take pieces of it away; I am not even sure if it really is a rock or just a big rock part of the mountain), called Huntz Rock.  Inside this huge rock lived an owl, named Barny.  This was also at the time that I hated going to school, and I looked forward to every night that my mom and I could go on our little walk together.  It also happens to be the best place in the world to walk your dog.  They can run free for miles, and dig for tons of mice.  I am going to miss that place, even if I am 31 and haven't lived there for almost 10 years.  Honestly;  then I wonder why my little guy Korbin cries when we talk about moving . . . the apple really does not fall from the tree!