Well, we did it. We turned off the lights and locked the doors on our first home.
You know that scene in the movie You've Got Mail, where Meg Ryan closes up her bookstore and she turns around and sees a memory of her and her mom dancing when she was a child. Well, that's how it was tonight. All through the house there were memories. Good memories, sad memories, funny memories...
It was hard leaving. Leaving my memories. Leaving my friends. My house was like my harbor, my safe place. But now it's time for LB and I to move on and make new memories, new frieinds and a new home.
hasta lluego,
Amy
Cuttin' Wheat
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