I hate the sound of an empty home, and quickly my home is becoming empty of everything that makes it home. We have currently have packed the entry way, the playroom and living room. Next up comes the office and excess kitchen stuff. As the walls become empty and rooms echo. My heart breaks a little knowing that the place we have called home is rapidly becoming a memory. So much has happened here, So Many memories.
I’m Awkward, it's cool.
