Ok, I really tried hard not to cry. I decided it was easier if I didn't look at the house. Just focus on getting the stuff out and loading the car. The floors never got finished, so it was easier to sweep them and not look at the house and think of all the memories.
Boy, were there memories there. I refuse to think of them tonight either. One day soon I hope to get to the place where I can think of the memories and the fact that they are tied to the house will be secondary. For right now, it is just not like that.
That's enough of that.
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