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
 
