Signing the Papers

So, today I signed the papers on my father's house in Millinocket.  And while my sister and I have been looking forward to this for quite a while now, the finality of actually having no ties left to my hometown (except my parents being buried there) gave me cause to hesitate just a little bit at one point while signing the papers.  This is the home I grew up in, the home I lived in for 18 years, the home that my parents brought my baby sister home to, the home where I got my first kiss from one of the neighborhood boy's that I had a crush on for years, and the home in the neighborhood where I had the opportunity to make so many cherished memories.  My childhood best friends, Julie and Donna,  and I made many of those memories together.  Playing in the summer sand behind Donna's house.  Playing in the woods behind Julie's house, sliding on Treasure hill, jumping out of trees in the sand pits, picking berries behind my dad's workshop, playing baseball in the field.  And oh..how could we forget the winter fun---sliding on the many hills, playing outside after supper with Julie, or Rob from next door.  The many, many evenings I spent with my Dad in his workshop...playing in the sawdust which on many evenings I managed to stuff great gobs of in the crack of my Dad's butt when he would bendover. Lazy summer afternoons playing Barbie's on a blanket on the grass in the shady spot on the side of Donna's house.  Evenings spent playing Scatter or Kick the Can.  Street dances. Red Rover. Marbles. Kick ball.  And the list goes on an on.  Needless to say, it was not only a poignant ride home from the lawyer's office but a quiet ride laced with many bittersweet memories.