Husband got a new job that moved us from Illinois to Indiana. Which so far as I can tell is exactly the same place. Within a few weeks of the job offer we put most of our earthly possessions in storage, put our house on the market, said goodbye to the home we loved the last five years, and moved a few boxes of necessities into a little duplex we're renting while we look for a permanent place. But I've found, as these days have turned into weeks, that we didn't really say goodbye to our home. We said goodbye to our house. That old, cliche saying is true. Home is where your heart is. And mine is with these boys. So we remember that little house with fondness, but we go on to better things together. And we can't wait to see what comes next!
Matchers.
Here's one last look at the place, all empty and weird.