Bye Bye Busse

Bye bye Busse Street

It's amazing how many boxes of "random crap"

there are at the final stages of packing.

Unpacking will bring so many surprises.

Our whole house, crammed into this storage space.

Empty house.

If you've heard the squirrel story you will be

thoroughly impressed by the current state of our garage.

It's been a good little house. I was a little teary

but excited to change things up.

When my parents moved out of our house on Regent Street

we each painted our names on the wall of the attic staircase.

It made me happy that the next families to live there would

see our names and maybe wonder what we were all about.

Maybe they painted the staircase and didn't think twice about it

but I like to think positive and romanticize the memory.

In the Busse house basement a previous owner had written

their family name and the date into the concrete floor.

When we moved in it made me smile.

I wish I had remembered to look once again at who

they were and what year it was left.

So, the Dolezalek family is on the basement wall.

I had intended to have the kids paint a picture but the

chaos of moving took over and it never happened.

We were supposed to close on the house today.

A small glitch on the buyer's part and it's been postponed

until August 1st but we're all out, packed and gone.

Bye bye Busse Street.