If this scene looks familiar to you, know that it's a thousand times more familiar to me. This was the old house. I moved out in June 2015, and my family moved out in September. Came back December 1st to grab a few things. But I always regret not grabbing more. Even though we were traveling in a small car, I should've grabbed more. I can't help but get overwhelmingly depressed when I think about it. Six years later, I still hate myself for it.