In 1995, the home in which I would spend my entire childhood began construction. It is the place that has shaped my entire life, good and bad. This house not only holds the lovely memories of growing up with my sisters, all my childhood slumber parties, and some wild high school hangouts, but also those documenting a disintegrating marriage. It is a beautiful house, one that neighbors and visitors frequently compliment. Whether it’s the grand foyer with the massive chandelier, the downstairs space connecting the kitchen and living areas, or the expansive back patio marking the beginnings of the trail to Lake Lewisville, everyone who has placed their eyes on the Oak Point House falls in love with something. I, too, felt this way while growing up. However, since the official split of my parents in 2016, I find myself associating as many negative memories as the positive with this home. Moving away to college became a much needed escape, and while I will always consider it home, I dread coming back.