Just in Case

This post has been written well in advance just in case the internet is already disconnected or that I've felt the need to pack the computer away in preparation for the big move tomorrow.
Hopefully yesterdays post was about the great time we undoubtedly had on the Gold Coast and how rested and refreshed we're all feeling. If there was no post yesterday, then I must have packed the computer up before writing one.
Tomorrow the kids head off to school in the morning and the movers may already be here by then. By the time they finish school, we will hopefully be done and may just bring the kids back to the old place one last time so that they can see it empty and say their goodbyes.
It will be a little bit hard on the kids, as my wife will most likely get a little emotional and that may make the kids a little upset too. It will probably be good for them to see the house empty and that there is nothing really there to remind them of anything.
Growing up, we always lived in the same house, my Dad is still there. I guess that I haven't been as attached to the house as the rest of my family as I don't even really have a room to call my own at my Dad's house. When I was really little I was in one room, then I shared a room with my brother for a while. As I got older I was given what was our playroom as my own bedroom but it didn't have a door, it was just an open room at the end of the hallway. As I got older my parents turned the old playroom into a proper room and I then had my own door. I remember I thought it was cool to finally have my own room.
When I was a teenager, my parents decided that they wanted to build a second storey extension and guess where the stairs went, yup, in my bedroom. I spent what must have been several weeks sleeping on the floor of my Dad's study. Then my brother moved out to go to university so I moved into his room. I wasn't allowed to stay in that room as it was my brothers and when my parents moved upstairs I was moved into the old master bedroom. I guess that this was my reward for having being moved around so much as the room was huge and I really enjoyed staying in that room, up until my Mum wanted to turn it into the guest room. So, I was moved back to the room that I started out in, which was now called my sisters room as she'd moved overseas at the time. Even now, when I visit the house, there is still my brothers and sisters rooms and the guest room/ our parents old room, there is no room which is referred to as mine. Even though all up I probably spent just as much time in what is called my sisters room as she did. Both my brother and sister say that my room was where the stairs now are. It's probably why I'm not as attached to my Dad's house and why I'll actually be a little sad to move from our current house, as I can honestly say that the entire house feels like it is mine and I'm sure my wife feels the same way.