A House is Not a Home

I said my official good-bye to The Fremont House about a week ago

So many emotions

running

through

my head

I am happy

to be rid of 

ANTS

I am exhausted

from cleaning and 

MOVING

I am anxious

to start a new

CHAPTER

I am sad

to loose my 

ROOMIES

I will miss

Pippie greeting me 

each morning

My neighbor saving me

from my bad cooking skills

Always having someone

different to entertain

I will miss

Walking to class

Walking to Homegrown Foods

Walking just walking on Fremont

I have so many fond memories

of those three other crazy

Fremont House Girls

from the Snowpocalypse

to Christmas dinner

to parking each other in

They say a house is not a home,

but The Fremont House was my home for one year.

I will miss it,

but now it is time to make a new home.

-Beth

p.s. I am going to miss small children trick or treating at my house during Halloween. :)

What is home to you?