My grandma has moved to a new house. She has been living in her old house for more then 30 years. I've been there many times and saw everyone grow up in there. When my granddad was still alive we, as a family, had our Christmas parties there and also the end of the year celebrations. I still remember the joys I had seeing all the gifts nicely wrapped up and the delicious food we had in the evenings. Oh such sweet memories. The new house is smaller, but actually pretty nice, with a separate kitchen and a small bedroom for her alone. Since my grandma has problems with walking for a long while (she is 84), this was the better choice. No stairs in her new house and help near by. I am sure I will get used to the new house. Memories never go away. It has been good to see my grandma happy. That is all that matters. A new house is also a place to make new memories.
