Dear House

I cried for the first time about leaving this house this weekend. Looking at the rooms, seeing them emptier, it hit me. It isn't our home anymore. Yes, we still own it and will be listing it this week for new owners, but as our belongings decrease, I realize that the home we knew is behind us. Writing helps me process things... so here I am, writing to this house. It's a mixture of a goodbye and a love letter.