Apr. 2nd, 2006
We're now officially done with the old house. The new owners had made some noise about wanting to do a walkthrough of it, but realistically, they're just going to tear the place down anyway, so we don't see much purpose in that. If they're looking for an excuse not to return our deposit, so be it, and a pox upon their houses. The place was a wreck when we moved in, it's neither significantly better or worse today. We hung the keys on hooks on the half-wall which separates the kitchen from the dining room, and they can do with them as they please.
Walking through making sure we had the handful of last items we wanted was somewhat emotional, though. It was clear that our spirit (however you choose to interpret that) has left the place. It didn't feel like home anymore, but was just an empty shell which we used to inhabit.
Still, it's the place where
scootercomputer was born, where
darkmuffin learned to tie his shoes, the place we came home to every night for the past three and a half years. It was hard not to get a little misty, so i didn't bother trying.
Walking through making sure we had the handful of last items we wanted was somewhat emotional, though. It was clear that our spirit (however you choose to interpret that) has left the place. It didn't feel like home anymore, but was just an empty shell which we used to inhabit.
Still, it's the place where
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