As I write these words, I’m sitting on the carpeted floor of my living room – the furniture removed – surrounded by filled boxes and empty walls.
We lived here. And our life was here.
That life is going to continue, but just in a different city.
We can talk more about that adventure later. But tonight all I can think about is what happened between these walls.
Our home has returned to being a house. Just as it was when we moved in over seven years ago – totally empty, but filled with the hope and promise of the future.
Back then, we had no kids; our first was on the way and would be born five days after we arrived here.
We took possession of a house and made it our home.
I’m sitting here looking around and smiling at the memories popping from every corner. I remember…
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