Can't really say I have traditions....but saying goodbye to the house we grew up in was hard. We walked the rooms too and gave it one last look, it looks so sad when it's all empty. The last home we left, we left rented - just hoping maybe we could keep and you know just hold onto. When the market when crazy, we sold it - we would have been fools to not have taken advantage of the timing. But I sold as is -- with most of my belongings...I cried from afar on the day of the closing. I felt I didn't get to say goodbye -- in fact it makes me teary-eyed writing this. That last house housed the boys teenage .years and some amazing gatherings we had; I hosted a family reunion just when I knew we were moving, knowing deep inside I wouldn't be close to my NY/NJ/Toronto family probably ever again...and of course, leaving the US was big. So that house is very special.

What's unique about it too -- was whom I bought it from sat across on closing day and bawled her eyes out; so it housed so many good memories for two families and now a third.

Lovely read! Keep well!