It is funny to think how easy it is for a single mother and two daughters to pick up and move. All of the memories and effort put into this house just packed away in a 20-foot U-Haul and moved. Those five years spent in that little mill house were both the best and worst times of my life.

Some of the best times were spent laying on my bed listening to the storms roll in and out or hearing the squirrels running rampant through the attic we never used.

The house was in bad condition to begin with. There were weak window panels and busted screens. But we made it work.

It seemed each time a new paint coat was applied, a new secret was covered up. Each time I switched out posters in my room  a hole was left behind to tell a neverending story.

Whether it is a dent in the countertop due to a hammer-happy little 8-year-old, or a neon green wall when I thought neon was actually the coolest thing since sliced toast, there will always be a little piece of the Underwood/Pierce family always there.

I doubt the house will be there for eternity but for that split second in time that mill house was a home to a single mom and her two daughters.