Ahhhhhhhhhh.

Well, thanks to the help of some really great friends, we are all moved out of the Treehouse, and into a storage facility! :) It was pretty embarrassing how much stuff we (read: I) have. We filled an ENTIRE 10 by 20 ft storage unit!! Shee louise! ... Thus begins our life on the road. Haha. Not really. We are quite set-up actually, living the good life, the life of "vacationers" at Joaquin's parents place. Its quite a nice transition actually. Instead of moving to a home that would be a mess and totally chaotic/full of boxes, we are now living in a home that is well established and worry-free. We are really thankful, and enjoying these few days of rest before we must move yet again.

I'm kinda regretting that I did not take any moving pictures. I had my camera sitting out the whole time. I had it in hand as I walked out for the last time, but it was just too sad to take a shot of an empty home. Am I the only one that finds empty homes/apartments depressing? It was like all the lifeblood had been drained from the Treehouse. No colors. No sounds except the breeze coming through the plastic window blinds. **flap, flap**... I did not linger there. As I drove away from my Glencliff Street, memories made in that apartment flooded my mind. It had been a wonderful place to live. And I had left it before and returned a year later. Not this time. Onto greener pastures!