On Saturday we went down to The Swamp to help my parents finish up their move into a rent house.  And I found it a lot harder than I expected to say goodbye to my old home.  We moved in before the end of my 8th grade year, some sixteen years ago.  A lot of memories were made in that house, and it makes me very sad that Miss T won’t remember it at all.  I made N walk around and take a lot of pictures, although I wish I had remembered to do that before most everything was moved out.

Goodbye house

Goodbye mailbox that was always bashed in

Goodbye randomly located palm tree that matched nothing else

Goodbye Mimi Mimosa

Since Dad raised you from a twig, we always referred to you as if you were human

Goodbye extra den

You were always much hotter than the rest of the house and your low-hanging fan always hit my cousin in the head

Goodbye living room

You were a cozy cave for watching TV

Goodbye kitchen

Mom never fully appreciated all your cabinet space

 

Goodbye dining room

We never used you for your purpose when I was a kid

 

Goodbye study

You were filled with Dad’s books

 

Goodbye old bedroom

I still love that ivy border

 

Goodbye master bathroom

I didn’t realize you were so striped

 

Goodbye obnoxious children who won’t look at the camera…oh wait

 

Goodbye house

It makes me sad that I’ll never set foot in you again