FRENCH VANILLA CAWFEE!

The title is self explanatory. I love french vanilla coffee. It is my weakness.
My mother has finally, literally, decided to sell the house. She is actually making the moves and all that jazz to get the fuck out. We are throwing things out, dividing up all that is in the house to see who wants what. And in my mothers true fashion she is having panic attacks left and right. It just wouldnt be her if she didnt spaz out. Regardless though she is being strong and sticking with her path and plan to finally leave this house. I have been here for over twenty years, she has been here for almost sixty, it is time we move on. I will miss my home, for it is the only one I have ever known. But I will be excited to move into a new home with my husband and start memories of our own and build a life together. I do find myself sorrowful that my children will never get to run across the old wood floors. Or play in the cracked cement and weed jungle garden. Or even go down the steps on their butts, just like I did as a child, which is everyone's reason for me having such a big butt. I'm sorry they wont know the place I grew up, or get to be apart of those memories. But I am grateful I have so many memories and so much to tell them. I may be losing my childhood home but I am gaining so much in the end, and for that I can not complain.