As I was driving through Bellingham today I happened to pass my parent's house. It seems that no matter where I am going I can get to my destination by going by their house.
I love this home. This is my home even though I don't here anymore. I moved in the summer before 7th grade and it has been home ever since. From sleeping in the dining room, to Alex and DeAnne being born, to washing dishes in the bathtub (for quite a long time I recall) - this place is love. This place is home.
**Edited: My parents, along with my little (younger, not shorter) sister and the cat, still live there. My parents plan on moving in the next year or so, but will keep the house because they will be back!