Although we had to wait an hour and were almost killed in rush hour traffic getting there, it's done. Old house doesn't belong to us anymore. It would be sad if it weren't such a relief to never set foot in that neighborhood again.
I took the oldest and the youngest by on the way to say good-bye. I thought I'd be more torn up about it, but it wasn't so bad. We took some pictures:
We pulled some limbs off the hibiscus bush we planted while Jacob was in the NICU. We plucked all the oranges we could reach. We played chase through the empty rooms. We said a little prayer for our good old house hoping the new owners treat her well and are blessed as much as we were there. Even if they are a tad on the bitchy side.
Oh, and yesterday they were all up in arms because NONE of the faucets were working. They would need ALL new faucets! Until our realtor informed them the water had been turned off last week. Like we told them it would be. Like, last week. Morons. Poor house. I feel bad for her.
I know I'll want to post more about it later, but for now, I'm closing up the computer, taking my kid out of school, and heading to the lake for a mini-vacation.
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