I remember signing the papers to buy our house- the strange aubergine house on Clinton St. I was scared to death that we were buying the ugliest house in the world-scared that were idiots and it would never be transformed. I am packing the last boxes to move tomorrow to our new house and I am sad right now. I am sad because this was not only our first house, but where we brought home both our new babies. There are memories here that can never be recreated. The house holds our past and all the laughter and tears of over three years. It holds the specific memories of the beginnings of a family. It holds sacred stuff. Good bye little house. I love you.