I’ve talked about my home in Atlanta… my grandmother’s house… I’ve grown up there, although I’ve never lived there for more than a few months at a time. Last weekend my grandparents put it up for sale. This makes me sad, but it’s just a sign of growing up, I guess. There are a lot of people in my situation (moved a lot when growing up) and they don’t even have a grandparent’s house to consider home.

I found the online listing for my grandparents’ house. There are pictures there, and even one with their poodle, Taffy, in it. *sigh* It’s fun to see pictures of a hosue I grew up in, but it’s sad to see it being sold.