Do you have those places? You know, the ones that you walk into and your mind's eye automatically starts a reel of family videos. You simply have to look in another direction and see a whole other set of memories. Its like a soul-flood.
In "our park", those memory-movie-reels surround me.
There is a bridge on which we stood many an afternoon. I can see my kiddos leaning over the edge, throwing rocks or sticks, looking for animals or fishing with their Daddy.
This post would be a lot harder for me if we were moving far. But we aren't.
Good news is our new home is at another end of this same park. We'll enter from a different direction, we'll be closer to a completely different set of playgrounds and we actually have to CROSS THE STREET now to get into the park (oh the injustice). BUT STILL. We aren't leaving. We'll just be filling more of the park with our family memories, creating new spots that are "ours". AND I can't wait!