Who Says You Can't Go Home?

Sorry if I have been a little MIA this week! I have been helping my parents move. No they aren't downsizing and no they aren't retiring to Florida, they are moving back into the house I grew up in. Kinda crazy right? Well, here's the story. Two years ago my mom and dad decided they needed to downsize and they sold their house and moved onto a local golf course. The new house was very nice, but it never felt like home, not to me, and not to them. About six months after selling their old house they contacted the new owners and asked if they would be interested in selling it back to them. They weren't. Fast forward another year and a half and this time it was the new owners who approached my parents. Apparently, one of them accepted a new job and they wanted to move. After a whirlwind of looking and the house and back and forth offers my parents ended up buying it back for almost exactly what they sold it for. In the meantime their realtor had a buyer in mind for their other house. She showed it to her without even putting it on the market and the lady gave them a full price offer. In these hard times, I would say the whole thing was meant to be. My mom is so happy and it does my heart good to see her that way. She has had a rough couple of years and I am glad to see her back on the upswing. It is a funny thing how surreal it is to be unpacking in my old bedroom. In some ways it feels like they have been away forever and it some ways it feels like they never left! Well, I am off to go get the kids ready for the day and pack Dee Dee who is spending the weekend with her godmother Gina. I don't know when things will get back to normal around here, maybe after Christmas?