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This past week-end my parents finished cleaning out the house that I grew up in, as the house will be sold next week to a young couple with kids that need it more. To help with the final cleaning, all four of the kids were there.

I'm not sure how I feel about this "end of an era," because there are just so many endings going on in my life right now. I know that I didn't feel too sad, even when my sister Kerrie revealed a present for my Mom and Dad that she had been preparing for months--a beautiful painting of the front of our old house. Mom was in tears, but I just kind of sat back and took it all in.

During much of the day, I was busy taking stuff out of the house and moving them to a storage area, for use in my apsartment, as I make the move in two weeks. As I was returning the U-Haul, Josie drove down to pick me up...and I just, broke down, kind of. I sat there in the passenger's seat, and she held my hand, and I think it was just a combination of everything--their move, my move, the silence with Laurie (which continued during the day) that set me off.

Anyway, I took these pictures, just so that I can remember.
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