My parents flew in on Friday night to help us with the move. We spent all day on Sunday emptying out our house and into one truck. Thankfully Mike, AJ and Tom came over to help too because it was a lot of work. Yes, we did look into hiring a company, but we initially thought it couldn't be that bad because our house was only 1100 square feet so we can't possibly have that much. Oh, we did! Somehow we accumulated a lot of "stuff" over the last eight years and somewhere it found a spot to live in our tiny home. It took all day to fill that truck strategically so everything would fit because we had to be out on Monday. Max even helped load the truck. He wanted to make sure his digger made it in the truck and his cop car.
He really just wanted to play with his cars on the ramp. I mean, how cool is it to race your cars down the ramp of the big moving truck?
Max also got a kick out of playing in the cab of the big truck. He thought it was fun to "drive" the truck too.
It was hard to say goodbye to our first house together. I am not going to lie, I got a little emotional as I pulled away from the driveway with our belongings. It was a bittersweet moment. I know I complained about this house a lot due to the size of it and how we have outgrown it, but I will miss the house and all of the memories we shared together. It was our first house together; we brought the animals home to that house; Andy proposed to me; we brought Max home from his 7 week stay at the hospital; etc. So many memories created in that house that I couldn't hold back as I pulled away. I. Got. Emotional. But, we are now onto making memories in our new home...a home we plan to stay in until Max goes off to college...at least until then. So, here is to goodbye to our old house, but not goodbye to all the good times and memories that will last with me for a lifetime.
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