Goodbye 804 Eastmoor Dr.

It's taken me a little while to figure out what to write for this post. We sold our house on Eastmoor Dr. to the city back in October. Since being offered a buyout, we knew that the house would someday be torn down. When we moved out, there was little left in the house. We took our kitchen cabinets, appliances, closet systems, doorknobs and even the carpet. It really didn't look like our home at that point. Over the past few months, we've seen windows and siding removed as well as the interior walls. The kids, especially Sylvia, have enjoyed watching the backhoe tear down numerous houses in our neighborhood over the past three years. Sylvia would sometimes ask if the backhoe had gotten our house as we drove down Eastmoor when we were living there. We explained that we would live a new home before the backhoe "got" our house. It has been a great lesson and reminder to us that the things of this earth are temporary. Because of Sylvia's interest, we knew we wanted to watch our house be torn down. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about it but it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. So, when we got a call around 6:15am on Monday, February 13 letting us know that they'd be taking it down in about 45 minutes we knew what we had to do. I don't know if we've ever gotten the kids ready so quickly. My parents met us at the house and actually stopped the demolition crew from taking their first bite. We were expecting more notice, but I think it may have been nice in the end to not have time to think about it too much in advance. It was a cold and snowy morning and we, especially Drake, were thankful that our neighbor across the street invited us in to watch most of the demolition. Sylvia said a few times that morning, "They haven't gotten my bedroom yet." The rest of this post is spoken through pictures and I think they say more than enough.










One last thank you to everyone who supported us through the flood and helped us re-finish our house. Your efforts weren't a waste. We actually lived on Eastmoor longer after the flood than we did before. It was a wonderful place to begin raising our family and we're thankful for the years we spent there.

I'll leave you with a few quotes...
"My favorite thing about my house is the people that live there."
"It's not the house that holds the memories. They are in your heart."