I'm moving out

That's right.

I'm packing up.

I'm moving out.

I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time.

Move out.

So, when D and I had a discussion, and he told me to start packing,

I was more than happy to comply.

I'm packing up.

And moving everything out of the Love Shack.

Everything that we've needed to live with for the past 6 1/2 years has

(at some point in the past year or so) been packed and moved.

This is all that remains:

(Which, if your counting is 3 bins of stuff, a trampoline, an ironing board and LOTS of empty totes.)

Key word:  empty.

That bookshelf off to the left is actually for a customer of D's.

Interior demolition has started.

My super handy shelves are gone.

The "doors" to the boys rooms have been taken down along with the closet.

(To help you get a feel for how tiny the house really is, I'm standing in the farthest corner

looking across the front of the house.)

Yes, tiny.

The wall between the boys' rooms is down, and another view of the family closet that

has been dismantled.

(Again, tiny house.  I'm up against the back wall looking to the front of the house.)

Hooray for demolition!