After a month of madness and mayhem, the movers arrived to pack up our stuff and lug it off. In a span of 3 days, everything that had made our house a home was gone leaving only an empty shell behind. And our cars, which we weren't moving to Texas right away. It was weird. Much weirder than it felt when we left Houston. I think knowing that we would definitely never be moving back to Denver contributed to the general feeling of weirdness...and overall sadness.
That weekend, we had a farewell party with our mom's/play group. I'd started the playgroup when we first arrived in Denver, and since group activity was no longer what it had been when our kids were younger, and we were leaving, I'd decided it was time to pull the plug. So, the farewell party was as much for the group as it was for us.
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