Do you ever have a tender spot in your mouth, that you know hurts, but you kind of push at it with your tongue, to see if it still hurts just as much as it did last time?

If so, you perfectly understand why I drive by our old house sometimes when we go to NY.

The exquisite sharpness of the pang of pain has not dwindled much, if at all. 

To be sure, she had her issues.  She needed new siding, and only one of the three bathrooms had been updated. The kitchen was spruced up, but was still mostly original. 

And stink bugs.  Oh my.  Every morning there would be a new clan of stink bugs that had moved into the family room

But still.

She had five acres and a beautiful driveway, and five bedrooms and a basement.

And memories.  She had so many memories.  Parties and playdates.  New babies brought home.  Christmases and Easters and all the days in between.

The new owners have done a lot of outdoor work, and it looks like they are working on the shutters now.