Over the last year I’ve had to say goodbye to my two favorite homes. Each was heartbreaking, but for different reasons. When my parents sold our childhood home, it was hard because we had to part ways with a place full of our history. So many Harmon stories were written inside its walls. It was our library of memories. Leaving the home in Yuba City was also challenging. This time, rather than parting with what was, we had to say goodbye to everything that could have been. It was a story unfinished; it was a promise unfulfilled; it was friendships unrealized; it was a life unlived. In the end, they are both simply structures. They will hold many more stories for many other families. For me though, these endings were the hardest of goodbyes.