If all goes as planned in the Escrow world, our last night here will be on Friday.
Which means we leave this house.
This place where we raised a puppy.
And brought two babies home from the hospital.
We learned so much here.
The worn hardwood walking trail from the front door to the kitchen tells a story.
A reminder of all the family and friends that have come through.
So many memories. 11 years of our life. Now behind us.
There are many things I will miss about this cute little yellow house.
The smell of the Meyer lemon trees as we walk through the front door.
The roses that are just starting to bloom in the yard.
But this organizational marvel?
My label loving heart can barely part with it.
Dave makes fun. But in 11 years he's never had to ask for razors.
They've always been stocked. And obsessively marked in a clear container.
It's still looks like this. And probably will until Friday. Because I can't bring myself to pack it.
When all is falling apart around me, I retreat to the hallway, open the doors and take a quick gander.
All is instantly right again.
I will miss you, closet. I will miss you so.