When I loaded up all my photos from off my walls yesterday, it really hit me that I’m leaving this place, this home we made together, for good. I’ve loved this little house dearly, and hate to leave. I suppose it might be easier if I had a place to land, a cushion, a new place of love and comfort. Perhaps letting go of this house wouldn’t be so difficult if I were focused on the next new house.
But place to land or no, I have to move on. It’s not my preference or even my choice, but sometimes life is just like that.
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