Tonight we turned the keys over to the new owner. It seemed so weird being in the house and knowing it was likely the last time. I’ll admit I totally cried. I didn’t think I would be that emotional about it, but just the idea that we were never going to be in our “first house” ever again was just so sad. At least I held it together until I got to the jeep, and didn’t break down bawling in front of the poor guy who bought the house.
Of course, I took lots of pictures, so I’m sure you’ll be seeing more scrapbook pages in the future of all our memories in our first house.