This weekend may be the last time I ever sleep in this house, the house that was my home for the first 18 years of my life and one that I’ve always been able to return to ever since. I can understand why Mom wants to downsize at this point in her life, but it sure is going to seem weird not being able to return to the home I was born in. So many good memories are attached to this home. Lori suggested I take pictures of it before we left and I got as emotional about it as I did when we left our own home in San Jose. There is a reason why we have separate words for home and house.