On Tuesday morning we said goodbye to our house.
I started crying the minute we walked in the door. Even though none of our stuff was there and the walls were empty, it still felt like home to me. I carried Everett through the house and we said goodbye to each room while tears fell down my cheeks. After I got all of the sad out of my system, I propped my camera up on the kitchen island to take some pictures with the self timer. We printed a copy of this blog post and tacked it to the walls so the new owners would know how special that house was to us.
