Last night Dave ran out to get the mail and came back to find a big scary NOTICE on the front of our garage. No knock on the front door. No warning. Just a sign saying our house is going up for public auction.
We've tried everything we can to stall it, but short of Dave finding a job, say, tomorrow, there's nothing we can do.
We're walking away.I'm trying my best to be stoic about this - about the fact that my children won't get to grow up in this house - so I'll just cut to the chase and sum up my feelings with the following:
And now, before we start packing her up, I'd like to take a moment to mourn her loss. May her next owners love her equally as much as we do.
Here she is in all her glory:
And here she is at Christmas. She was such a lovely Christmas house!
And here she is at Halloween. She was extra naughty at Halloween!
And let's not forget her YARD. Her magnificent, over-sized YARD!
Oh, house! You'll be missed!