We're moving on Friday.
I'm sometimes sentimental about things. Actually about pretty much everything. I'm really going to miss our little farmhouse. It has been so good to us. I'm going to miss the yellow walls.
I'm going to miss sitting on this couch and looking out the window. I'm going to miss the scratched wood floors. They were rustic.
See that stove? The one in the corner? I'm going to miss sitting in front of it and eating my cereal. Good bye farmhouse.
