Well, we're in the process of emptying and saying goodbye to our house. It looks like we'll have to get out soon, since our buyers are kind of in a rush to get it.
Our wonderful little house. It's been a good home to us. I brought home all three of my babies home from the hospital to this house.
I got 1/3 of our stuff out so that it would show nicely. Jason thought it looked empty but I liked it this way. I'm going to try not to clutter up our new home too much. (Yeah, we'll see, right?)
Goodbye family room.
Goodbye entry way/piano room.
Goodbye bedroom. You've never looked so clean and now we're leaving you.
Goodbye kitchen, you glorious kitchen you.
Goodbye backyard. Sorry we didn't do much with you. Sorry I won't get to see my sunflowers bloom.
Goodbye nursery. Good thing I had all boys so I didn't have to change you over the years.
Goodbye Hunter's room that became McKay's room too. (Poor McKay really didn't feel like he had a room.)
As I worked this week to scrub all evidence of our life here off the walls, I was hit with a little sadness and a little nostalgia. I began wondering what the marks I was washing off the walls were from. "Was that the time that Hunter pushed his wagon up against here? Was this from that chair we moved around? Oh, here's McKay's handiwork when he got a hold of the crayons...."
It was a little sad, but really, it's just a house. It's our family that made it a home, and now we're moving our family into a new place that will become "home" in every sense of the word.
Now if they'd just FINISH the darn thing so we can move in already. (Should be just ONE more week. Like I haven't heard THAT before!)