packing packing packing

Anthony, Mike and Jeff just kept packing boxes as it got harder and harder to be in the rapidly deteriorating “home.”  As more and more of our accoutrements  got stowed the house felt far less welcoming and I started to get the intense desire to leave.

John and I got our last run in to Ridge Donut cafe.

After a while it just was too awkward being at home, so the girls and I ran places…

My dear friend Jen came by with her Holly to offer a goodbye, as well.

By the end of the day there was almost no furniture and little semblance of home.

Honestly, saying goodbye to this wonderful house has been getting easier as the mess has ramped up.  It is a very weird sensation.