It's crazy when you drive by a patch of trees or grass and just know they're coming for it. My family moved from Greenspoint to Spring in 88, I was 2. I feel like an old timer driving around a place I haven't been through in a while, like "back in my day" and "it ain't what it used to be" vibes. Our title company for the closings was down 1960 and every other block was just memories. Now I have to have google to make it to work and to home. 2 months ago we weren't planning on moving. Life can seem so fleeting and so time consuming at the same time. Those 2 months feel like an eternity and a blink all at once. Those memories were from 10-15 years ago but felt like last week. What a trip.
