We look podunk; we have a 3 legged truck in the yard, more cars than people, and a filing cabinet on the front porch. Our grass ends up being half cut most of the time, and hardly ever edged. In fact I took to just killing off the grass around the edge of our house with roundup to save from weed-eating it. The back yard is a sandpit where we took out a pool and is constantly littered with wrenches and kudzu.

Inside, all the ‘white’ doors have a hint of pink to them, the floor stops in the middle of the hallway where it hasn’t been finished and you can’t pull the light cord attached to the fan in the master bedroom or it’ll break off and snap back in your face.

These are the things I tell myself while we pack up two years of memories and move.