Farewell to 3108

I've got nothing against sentimentality.

One might assume that the last clean up/wipe down/walk through of 3108 would spawn at least a small amount of wistful yearning; one session of how could I leave here and never come back? (Sniff sniff.)

But, true to my forward-looking self, nothing remotely sentimental rose to the surface.

I only stood with my tired hands on my tired hips and sighed a huge wind-tunnel sigh of relief that the job of moving out was a done deal. I then thought hugely happy thoughts of how much the new family that is taking up residence here will LOVE LOVE LOVE this house. I hope and pray that they have much happiness in this 1830 brick farmhouse.

Farewell, 3108! Thanks for letting us live here for seven wonderful years!