Some people move every couple of years and some people stay put. For the first 75% of my life I was in the latter category. Except for a year living in an apartment, I lived with my parents on Chestnut St in Merritton. Technically it is St. Catharines but everyone in Merritton still calls it Merritton decades after the amalgamation. I have many great memories of this house. Many Christmas' with our skinny fake tree that the cats kept knocking down. Being told I had to cut the grass even though I had a friend over and discovering that it was a trick to discover the go-cart my parents had bought me. It was in my bedroom in this house that I prayed to accept Jesus as my Saviour and Lord. It was at this house that I got stuck in the driveway in the snow forty-five minutes before Amanda and I got married. Many, many memories. The memories remain but the house has to go. My mother has been having some health issues and it is time for her to move up to Meaford with us. Therefore, on Monday night we put the old homestead up for sale. You can find the listing here. As I walked through the house I could see my father who passed away five years ago sitting in the familiar places. I could see myself laying around reading comic books. It will be tough to let it go but the memories are more about the people than the building. It will be good to have my mother living with us. And whoever buys that house will take possession of the property but the memories will remain with me.
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