Our neighbors, the Finfrocks, are moving. The moving van is at their place and we are watching the movers carrying their belongings to the van. They never seem to stop. The Finfrocks are moving to Alaska; the father, Jeb, got a better job offer and he took it; therefore, Jeb, his wife Karrie, and their three kids (Daniel, 14, Wendy Jo, 10, and six-year-old Kierra Rose) are going away to start a new life once they get settled in their new home.
I have known the Finfrocks for the past six years. They lived right next door to us. They were nice neighbors: not one ounce of trouble or mayhem from them, unlike our other neighbors, the Prescotts, who think it is funny to throw late-night parties or spread their trash all over our yard. I am getting sick of having to pick up beer bottles, cigarette butts, and balled up pieces of paper each and every morning!
Seems that the good ones always move away while others like the Prescotts continue to wreak havoc and cause no end of trouble!
My kids are teary-eyed: they were good friends with the Finfrock children. They even played with Isaiah, our youngest, even though Isaiah is physically disabled with cerebral palsy and cannot walk or talk. They treated him like any other child; I truly appreciated that. (Not many people are that understanding.)
I don't know what we are going to do once the Finfrocks leave for good. They will probably be leaving sometime this evening or tonight: looks like the movers have made quite a dent in their possessions. They've been at it for the past three hours, so they should be halfway finished by now. We will probably have our goodbyes and then the Finfrocks will get into their van and head for their long trip to Alaska. They'll probably be on the road for at least five days or so. It's a very long journey.
I do know one thing: the neighborhood won't be the same without the Finfrocks. They were wonderful neighbors; we sure hate to see them go!