home?

i find myself once again in my childhood home. it was 1997 when i first left; when my parents divorced. i would occasionally come back to visit, but it was still Daddy's house, not home. i consider the second time i left was in 2008; it was the last time i visited my Dad at home. Now that he has passed on, it's my house. It feels haunted. Filled with memories: good and bad. Everything feels small, as if I were a giant in a dwarf's house. Nothing feels the same or looks the same from when I was a child. It's a fixer upper. I have a lot of work ahead of myself. It's for sale. My sister and I decided to let go. Leave the past behind. Neither of us want to live in the area and the house is huge. I look at the neighborhood now. Filled with young families and happy children. I want my home to be like that again. I wish that a lovely young family purchase this house and turn it into their home. Fill the house with new memories. Let the house live on.