Elissa leaves an empty room.
Dad can't wait to paint over the art work. We made a deal when she painted it. She could do it knowing I would repaint when she left.
All her worldly possessions in three vehicles.
She's putting her bike rack on 'cuz the bike won't fit inside.
Some of the help we received.
Getting ready to drive away (with us following).
Mommy hugs her little girl goodbye.
Daddy joins in. I have no idea who that is touching me.
Mom encourages the sisters to act sad.
Now they're not sure what to do.
Lissa pretends to shed a tear.
Welcomed by an empty apartment room.
Thru this window you get to hear the Amtrak arrive in Emeryville, every 12 minutes.
She was also welcomed by a very messy living room scene. Take note of the dirty laundry and the food particles all over everything. She'll be living in her own reality show.
This is the kitchen. She will now be forced to load the dishwasher without being asked because we don't care. We'll see if her roomates know how to do this important task, too.
Unpacking some of the goodies.
All decorated.
Looks like magic elves put everything in place. That's true if the magic elf is me.
Another shot of the other side of the room.
OK, so I took too many pictures of the room. I was in mourning, so back off.
I'm not saying a thing.
Elissa poses in her new crib. That's the cool word the post-modern generation uses to describe their room.
Mom gets ready to say goodbye.
