reminds me of another move . . .
We moved to California once when my kids were 1st and 3rd grade. I flew out for a week of house hunting, ended up buying new. Went back the morning of my flight and took a photo to show to the kids. I took a picture of the house next door without realizing it wasn't ours! (I am blonde but normally not THAT blonde). House numbers weren't up yet and I had looked at so many houses I actually forgot what I bought.
We pulled into the (correct) driveway a month later and the kids said "this isn't our house." It does end up being one of those family stories . . .
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