We are moving. And while I have known this move was a possibility for a while, I forgot how nostalgic and sad I feel whenever I move.
We are moving to Grandpa Fred's house.
Grandpa died last month, but his children (who Lost Boy and I collectively call G2*) don't want the house to stand empty. We will be living in the house while the estate is sorted, and the house is fixed up to rent.
*Grandpa was G1 (Generation 1), his children are G2 (Generation 2), and we - the grandkids - are G3 (Generation 3). Now that Grandpa is gone, his trust has gone into effect and that involves G2, so we also call them the Trust when we're talking about things that they must make a collective decision on.