Two days ago, alongside my Mom and Aunt Shelley, I visited my Grandparents house for the last time.
It was totally empty save for two clocks, a table, two glasses which my Papa used when he consumed his trademark concoction of vodka and five alive, one I took as a souvenir, and some items in the shed which included my old Bart Simpson skateboard, which I broke the back wheels off when I stood on it. Apparently ol' Bart wasn't prepared for the increase in weight since we last met.
It was almost surreal making my last rounds at the house on 164 Simcoe - in a way it didn't seem like the place where I spent almost twenty-six years of my life.
It provided a sense of closure at the end of the day, I guess. Something I still don't want to come to terms with, but such is life.
Despite how much it rattled me, I was glad I went and saw it one last time anyways. What I took away from it was a harsh reality that I would never step foot in that house again. But I also took with me the two and a half decades of awesome times I spent in that house - and my Papa's shot glass, haha!
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