This is probably my last journal entry from this house.

I started this journal upstairs in the room that used to be my office, and then was Winter's room, and now is my office/exercise room, again. But my tower is still downstairs in the family room, at my huge, lovely desk Rice bought me for our fifth anniversary. And so here I sit, downstairs, typing.

It's sad to be leaving this house. It's been a great house, and I've loved living here. It was our first real home, the place where we brought our children after their births, and found ourselves with pets. This house had the best sweet cherry tree, which would normally be due to be picked at the end of the month, but the frost got the cherries this year. A first. We have made friends here, and had wonderful times here. And very sad times here.

But now we have a new house -- all the papers were signed yesterday. We move tomorrow at 8:30. The kids have said their goodbyes and are gone. Now it's just Rice and I, finishing up the last bits before tomorrow. He'll be wrapping cords from the electronics soon, which will include this computer. I will still have my laptop, but I suspect there will be little time for journaling tomorrow, or perhaps for the next several days.

It's a sad thing, leaving this house, the only permanent place I've had since I was 17. A place where I never worried that I might have to find a new place to live next week. It's a fine house, and it's been good to us. And I hope it feels we've been fairly good to it, and that it feels more dressed up than it felt when we moved in. It deserves to be treated well and gussied up.

I'll see you all soon.