We moved my mom out of the house she's called home for nearly half her life, and the entire lives of me and my sister. Many thanks to Molly's friends and my family for the help moving. I was a bit surprised that I wasn't emotional about it, but I'd already cut my ties. I haven't really lived there since I left for college, save for the occasional summer, and holidays, but this was the only house I knew growing up. Good luck to the new owner- you're better off knocking the thing down and starting again.
Goodbye house. I'll miss the peepers, the picture window, and the trees. I'll be back to visit in a year or so to see what's happened on Airport Road.
Had to do the jumping picture
Molly doing what she does best: being a creeper
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