I miss home, freedom and that old house

I moved about a year ago. I moved to a much bigger house than I had before. More bedrooms, more baths, bigger yard, quite neighborhood. Sounds great right?
I just came across some pictures of the old house... I really miss the old house. I started to get teary immediately.
The old house had a leaky basement. It was cold in the winter time. It was a very small house. But it was my home.
It had beautiful hard wood floors that squeaked, and I knew all of the squeaky spots. Beautiful arched doorways. Giant windows, whose glass was just starting to ripple. My large red furniture will never fit as well as did there.

I viewed the whole set of pictures.

Recalled every ounce of labor and every hour I spent fixing it up. The walls I painted, the walls I did not. The foundation work on the outside. The garage doors and roof.

I miss the old house and the memories inside. Good times spent there with friends, roommates and lovers. I miss the freedom I enjoyed while I lived there. Ahh the wonderful college years.

I miss knowing that anything was possible since no decisions had been made yet.
I miss seeing my friends everyday.
I miss my cat Misha(the one that tried to kill me).
I miss working part-time.
I miss my motorcycle.

I am proud to have a nice home.
I am happy to have a wife and son.
I am happy to no longer be the newbie, coop.
I am happy to the problem solver.
I am happy to be able to buy clothes. Although I still find it difficult to get used to.
I am happy I had a motorcycle. And happy I only had one wreck and did not get hurt.
I am happy I have a tattoo. And still love the location.
I am happy to have had my nipples pierced. And happy they are not longer pierced.

Hear's to memories, and the journey we are on. Aho!