I'm Outta Here

I don't know if it was Covid brain or what- but in the spring I decided I couldn't live in my home of 16 years any longer.  Maybe it was "D" living an hour away in the mountains, maybe it was a logical choice to get  home closer to the college campus where my kids would soon both attend-but whatever the reason, I just had to get out of there and fast.  The next few months would be a mad dash to pack up 16 years worth of stuff + paint inside and out + and make all those little repairs you always put off until  you sell.  

I'm glad I had my buddies to keep me company

I'm bored of painting mama -that's what he would day if he could talk...

I do not miss this house at all.  It was 50 years old and so much work to keep up.  But I do miss my beautiful floors that we put in years ago.  And I wish I could have brought my porch with me

It was before the really crazy time in the market-but it was still hot enough that we sold in a day and closed in 2 weeks. Location Location Location. Everyone headed to he mountains for the summer.  I had a 3 week break then we started house hunting.

Ok, truth be told I wish I could have brought my soapstone too.  

Getting it was such an ordeal -but I loved it every day.  

Neutral colors everywhere.

I won't miss my messed up yard that absolutely destroyed by the septic replacement.  I won't miss my "christian" neighbors who were so rude and hateful. Oh and there are a lot more won't miss items.

The kids had one last chance to say good bye.  This is where they grew up.