“Our house is on the market!” My mom excitedly said. I quickly checked to see if her eyes were working correctly. Sure enough, the first thing I saw when I searched for our area was our house, which, to be honest, looked much bigger and brighter than the real thing.

A few months before, my parents had been thinking about selling our house, and they started to call people. About a month or two after, they had already asked someone to come and take the house’s pictures. Now the person had come, taken the pictures, and the house was officially on the market.

Then came the most annoying part of selling. We hadn’t moved out of the house yet, and we had to allow realtors to show the house to many house hunters. We had to be out of the house at a specific time. Since it was just me and my mother at home at those times, it was a bit easier to get out in a timely manner. But there always were times when either we were late, my classes were a scheduling conflict, or we forgot something. However; in spite of the challenges, we didn’t let that stop us from persevering. Eventually we had an offer.

The rest of the process went by really quickly. We had to move our stuff to our temporary house, which was probably the only process that I thought would never end. The inspection day was one of those days we were VERY late in getting out of the house. Fortunately, the inspector was not in the least unhappy about us still being there. He actually asked us about how to get to certain places in the house, and my mom gave him a quick tour of where everything was.

On the last day of us being in the house, we STILL had stuff to take out the house. We were literally scrambling to get out of the house before the buyers came to do the final walkthrough. As we moved the final things out and we were about to close the door for the last time, I had mixed feelings. After all, wouldn’t that be closing a door to a chapter of our life full of happy memories? But as I looked inside for the last time, I realized, in order to grow, we have to let go, as I have heard from a poem written by someone in my school. I knew I had to let go. And I was ready. I closed the door, with a small smile on my face. I had closed the door to one chapter, and I was ready to open the door to the next chapter of our life.