We walked through the garden one last time, knowing we’d never return to this house again. My family and I were moving to a better house this very day and while we took a stroll for the last time in this beautiful garden it brought up a lot of emotions.
I thought about the day I was running around the garden playing games with my friends, knowing I would never be able to do that again. I think the most difficult part of moving is giving up the garden because almost everything in a house could be packed up however a garden is the one thing that one cannot take with them. I looked at the cherry plant which I had grown on my own. I remember I was very proud that day because it was the first time I had ever planted something on my own. As I walked away I thought about whether the next family that would stay here would even want a garden? Maybe they will build something in place of that, the thought disheartened me. I moved away from the garden and went inside the house.
I went inside and to my room for the very last time. I tried to absorb everything around me because I knew I would never see it again.
I went around every room in the house this way, for the last time.
Whatever the new family would change about this house, I shall never forget it and the 11 special years I spent in this house will be memories that I can cherish forever.