Our Almond Tree House is no longer ours. We have the check in hand. We have said goodbye. We have mopped up the floor in the fruit room for the last time. We have repaired weird dumb things that suddenly break on your way out the door, like the left-hand side cupboard door under the sink, for example, which snapped right off for no good reason, leaving the hinges connected to the cabinet base on my last night cleaning--for the last time. We have spent the week at the Petersons', waiting for our condo to become available. Our last few days at "home" were such a weird limbo time of doing nothing and everything. Including one last color on the chalkboard and making silly faces into the camera.