So, I didn't take ANY pictures of all the boxes and the movers and the moving truck. I guess it was too traumatic to remember. Moving out was more difficult this time than we have ever experienced. There was so much leftover trash and garbage that a super nice friend carted off for us in multiple trips, using his spare trash cans. He helped us disassemble all the big stuff and helped touch up the stain on the cabinets in the kitchen. We had so many ward members help us. We could not have finished up without their help . . . or at least it would have taken us several more days to get out.
My daughter, Aleya, did get our camera afterwards and snapped some funny photos showing the empty house.
Haley entertained Aleya, while her mom and I scrubbed down the house.























































