From Cypress to Buena Park

I think I’m still in denial that my family is moving into a new house not far away.  I’ve lived in a house in Cypress all my life, so I’ve always had this comfort of certainty.

I’m happy for my parents.  Ever since they’ve come from the Philippines, met each other, they’ve been wanting to end up in a nice house.  Financial setbacks, me going to college, petitioning my mom’s siblings to come here from the Philippines, etc., there was always something that delayed their dream home.

And now they finally have that home that they’ve been looking for.  It’s one story and twice the lot of our current home.  My dad hugs me a lot and says “Congratulations!”.  I should be saying that to him and my mom.  My mom won’t feel ashamed anymore to host parties anymore (even though she shouldn’t have in the first place).  

I try to hold back my emotions because this is definitely a big change for me.  I’ll miss my old house, but I know I’ll move on.

I consider this my parents’ retirement home.