SOLD!

Our very first house is sold.  I must say it's extremely bittersweet.  On the one hand, I'm happy because now I have the pretty, pretty money, which will buy me lots of pretty, pretty things.  On the other hand, I'm completely heartbroken.  Our very first house, the place Capone and Kane grew up; the place Aaron and I grew up, is now SOMEONE ELSE'S place.  It's extremely weird and really quite sad.  The four of us will move on and have other places to call home, but we will never have another FIRST place.
We painted the entire place from top to bottom practically with our blood, sweat and tears.  Every scratch, chip and stain has a story.  It's where Kane first learned to go up and down stairs, it's where I made my first Thanksgiving dinner, it's where we got drunk and played hide and go seek in the dark and it's where we made a house a home.
It may not have looked like much to the untrained eye, but to us it was home.  This house has been a part of our family for over two years and now it's gone.  I'll probably never go back for the rest of my life.  It's like a period frozen in time; I couldn't go back, even if I wanted to.  Even if I barged in on the house-buying assholes, it would never be the same, never look the same, never smell the same, never be my house again.  We'll all move on: us and the house, but we'll always have that moment in time, not even those house-buying whores can take that away from us.  A short, fleeting blip where we belonged to each other and it all fit together perfectly.  However, that moment is gone.  They've called last call and turned on all the lights and I'm actually ready to go, but I'm still sad the party's over.
Yes, I'm aware I am referring to an inanimate object that doesn't know me from a hole in its wall, but I tend to put a lot of sentimental value on stuff because I relate stuff to memories and experiences.  I'm aware I should be studied in a lab somewhere.
Anyway, here's how we spent our last night (Friday):

Here's Aaron with the notary, signing the last of the papers.  Sorry Notary Lady, I didn't ask your permission before taking your picture and posting it on the internet.  However, in my defense, I had to snap a picture before anyone saw me because I tend to take pictures at times most people would consider inappropriate.  I'm the token picture-taking Asian chick everywhere I go, but guess what?  I can pretty much chronicle every event in my whole life since I was a teenager, so I bet you're not making fun of me now!  No one was more excited for digital cameras than my parents (film was getting pricey and as you can see I'm still not a great photographer...hmm you would think after like 15 years I'd be better huh?).

Okay, let's head on back to our last night.  Aaron and I decided to do fun face masks (no idea why, we were feeling oily in our T-zones, I guess):

I got this fancy clay stuff from my cuz Shelly and let me tell you it worked!  My skin was so soft afterwards I gave myself a rash because I couldn't stop touching it.

Yea, I was going for a really fierce, tribal face there, but as you can see men don't count before they take pictures, they kind of just snap whenever they feel like it because they always look good, so I look like I either smell a skunk or am really constipated.  I'll leave you in suspense on which one it was.

Okay, moving day!  I would like to give a really, truly heartfelt thanks to Jake, Travis, Mario, Andrew and my momma (none of whom read this blog, so it's kinda pointless) who all came over at 8am and helped us move everything from the house into the storage and then from the storage to the dump.  It was a CRAPLOAD of stuff and it was NOT easy, but they made it immensely more tolerable and we definitely couldn't have done it without them.

We rented a U-Haul Saturday morning and here's Aaron driving it:

Here it is a couple hours later after we filled it with our stuff:

Again, this is a terrible picture, but I was trying to be sneaky.  Imagine me with a bunch of sweaty guys moving heavy furniture, while I'm snapping pictures of the process.  Let's just say they're not my target audience.

Here's our crap stuffed in the storage:

We ended up getting 2 storage spaces because they didn't have one big enough to fit every piece of crap we own.  In the end, it turned out better because we put furniture in one and boxes and smaller stuff in the other.  Now if we have to dig through boxes, we don't have to worry about moving any furniture (which would be impossible anyways seeing as how packed it is).  

Although I'm sad about the entire concept of leaving my old life behind, I'll admit I'm glad the move is over.  It's been quite stressful and it feels great just to be done with it.  Now it's just a matter of unpacking all the junk we brought to my parents'.  The fun just keeps on coming...