In a few short weeks, we'll be moving out of the little Queen Village apartment where we have lived for the past three years. As excited as I am to move into a newer, bigger house, leaving will be bittersweet. After all, this was the first place your Daddy and I lived together, and the only home you have ever known.
I'm going to miss strolling you down the cobblestone streets in Olde City to see the horses and the old cemeteries, or down to the river to see the boats. I'm going to miss being able to walk around the corner to a million different bars and restaurants, the buskers on South Street, and the little parks where we see all your friends.
But we aren't going very far - our new home is less than two miles away, in the area known as Graduate Hospital in Southwest Center City. We will be giving up a little of the convenience we are used to, but gaining (hopefully) a stronger sense of community. For you, this means attending a new school, and making new friends.
For over a year, your father and I have been searching for a house and trying to decide whether to move to the suburbs or not. The biggest factor in our discussions has been, and always will be, your well-being. After much consideration, we decided to stay in the city and bet on our new neighborhood. It will be a risk and an adventure, and one that wouldn't have been possible if you were not the awesome kid you have turned out to be.
We are fully confident that you can roll with the changes, make new friends and adapt happily to your new environment. For as long as it makes sense for our family, you are going to have a life in the big city. If anyone can handle it, it's you!
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