Cumming, Georgia is the place that I had grown up for 21 years. I was there when the Avenues was not even an idea, and I was there when years later they changed it to the collection. The Mall of Georgia is where I had spent many hours school shopping, and it was those clothes that I would go home and use my barbie cash register to pretend I was a worker putting them away. The house I had spent all those years in went through many changes. From sharing a room with my sister, to getting my own room once my brothers moved into the toy room, to me myself moving into that room my senior year in high school. To the changes in the kitchen, and the back yard, then creating a sun room from a once open porch.
The front lawn has two pine islands where me and my best friend I met in kindergarten would climb trees and wait for my dad to come help us down. The back yard is where we played in the little house my dad built, jumping on the trampoline, or playing with the two wonderful dogs. The neighborhood is where we rode our scooters around, or the short amount of time we had bikes. Another friend lives in that neighborhood and I would always meet her at the stop sign, which was the half way point, so we could decide what to do that day.
This house is where I spent my whole life and in July my parents are moving to Birmingham. It is a great opportunity for my dad, and I'm so happy for him. But this house is where so many memories, good and bad, are held. It's just strange how once this summer is over, I won't be able to visit my parents in my home in Forsyth County, but in a distant house that is an added hour and a half to my drive. So many changes this summer and I don't like it. I know that life is about changes but I wasn't really prepared to say goodbye to my home.
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