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The house of my youth

It’s official. My parents have moved out of the house they’ve occupied for nearly 27 years. 27 years they’ve been in the house at Old Oaks and yesterday they moved most of the stuff out. 27 years worth of stuff. Did they hire movers? Noooooo!!!!!

Take a look at all this stuff

27 years of memories; 27 years of furniture. My parents collect good furniture (good = heavy and solid). They had five (5) armoiores. Five…including a monster armoire that should be worth an armoire and a half.

After going through the move, my brother-in-law Richard desperately needs a weekend off. He helped move his in-laws this weekend; last weekend he was in the MS 150 (a bicycle torture ride from Houston to Austin); the weekend prior to that, he was stuck on a ship off shore. I’m sure he had no idea he was marrying into so much.

My scrawl in the cement of the “old” house

In all honesty, I will miss this place. I did a lot of growing up here. So much changed too. My parents watched the new houses spring up around them. The county road we lived on didn’t see much traffic in the early days, but now they’re increasing the size of the road a second time.

Both my parents and I are looking forward to living in our respective new homes, but we certainly will miss the one on Old Oaks.