Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Last night in the "old" house

Feels very strange. Seven long and fruitful years. I can't wrap my mind around leaving. You spend all this time so intimately tied up with this structure. Its shape and appearance dictate so much of what you do and feel. Then abruptly you're gone. Not only do you leave, but you can never even go back. The most you can do is drive by and look in from the outside. The door to that part of your life closes and can't be opened again.



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