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Home is Where the Heart Is

Hi everyone! I hope life has been super great to all of you these past few weeks! I am finally off the roller coaster of spring semester and made it out alive of finals week!

I have some major life updates for you all! This week I start my final semester ever here at Slippery Rock before I continue on into clinical rotations in the fall. These past 5 years have been packed full of happiness, tears and just plain craziness! But that is a story for another time!

The bigger life update is that I recently said goodbye to my childhood home as my parents begin a new journey in life!

Last Night in our home on Winterberry Lane

When I was 2 years old my parents moved to Collegeville, Pennsylvania into our beautifully built brand new home. I can not say I remember much, if anything from time in New Jersey, where I was born, but I have plenty of memories of our home in Collegeville.

It wasn’t until I drove up one day to a for sale sign outside, how big a place this house had in my heart. Even though it was just building, so much of my life and so many memories were created inside those four walls. This home was full of 21 years of precious memories my parents and I were so lucky to have formed, but those memories are not housed within it’s walls. They are in our hearts and among the people whom you’ve shared them with!

My parents and I always had a thing for walking through new model homes built in our area, fantasizing our dream home. Now, that fantasy was reality. We walked through the model of what would be our future home.

When my parents first brought the idea of moving to me, I thought it was crazy. Though, I was only trying to fight the inevitable. I knew one day I would be moving out of my childhood. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. And that when was now.

Unfortunately, I am here back in Slippery Rock as my parents will be closing in just a few short weeks. I may have to say goodbye to my childhood home which saddens me deeply, but a new wonderful family now has the opportunity to start their journey, creating memories in that home.

Home on Winterberry Lane, Collegeville

I am one of the worst people when it comes to saying goodbye. Having to say goodbye to our home was the hardest thus far. This was the place where I grew up, where I was raised. The place I was able to drive home to all my years in college. I still see little Becca running through the grass and begging for my dad to push me on the swing. The countless birthdays parties and family gatherings.

Saying goodbye isn’t easy, but I am so incredibly lucky to have had a place to call home and a place where I was able to create so many wonderful memories with my family. Now we get to pay it forward and give another the family the same opportunity!

This may be the house of my childhood, but now it is the beginning of a new chapter in my life. As my parents and I begin to make the final decisions on our new home, I am becoming anxious and excited to see what this next chapter has in store for us.

The memories and happiness Winterberry Lane has brought us will never fade as the adventure continues onward for the Cannizzaro trio.

Best Wishes,

3 thoughts on “Home is Where the Heart Is”

  1. What a gorgeous house. The childhood home I grew up in I only lived in for 8 years (from around age 6-14) and although I have now lived in other houses for longer (the current house I have lived in for almost 9 years, from the age of 16-25), Frederick Street will always be my favourite. I can’t imagine how difficult it would be to move after living in a house for 21 years!

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