6.
I was still shocked that Mom picked the house that we didn’t even get to look inside. All the other houses we got to get a good look at the property and saw the potential.
This one I didn’t know what to expect. Mom said we would like it, so I’ll take her word for it. Time to pack all of our stuff.
Had to throw some stuff in the ‘dump’ pile but most of my stuff got to stay in the ‘keep’ pile.
Every piece of furniture and clothing was removed from the old crib. It took all night.
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