Hind ♥

My grandparents are moving to a new house in a couple of days.

This house is 25 years old. It witnessed all kinds of memories since then, weddings, graduations, births of many grandchildern, family drama, medical crises and deaths.
My big sisters and I were born here, and we used to visit every weekend since before I could remember so we grew up partially here.

Three years ago, after I got into Medical school, I moved in with them. I didn't want to be away from my family and I hated the university and my classmates so automatically, I hated this place too. It was too quiet for me! I'm used to my loud siblings and noisy house, so that was pretty much a cultural shock to me ;p It took me weeks and months of drama and depression to finally accept it and consider this house as my second home that I love. My grandparents have been always so kind and sweet and spoiling me as my parents always tell them. I'm so lucky <3

Now that I'm writing this post from here I still can't believe this is my last day in this house. Every room holds plenty of memories, of happy and sad events. I'll miss everything here, especially my room, even the creepy third floor which I haven't set foot on in 10 years because I'm a coward chicken.

Aaah I hate change! :(