A Good Day to Move

Today is our last day in our house, where we have lived for eight years. It’s the only home my daughter Abby knows. This weekend, we packed all of our belongings into a U-Haul and left a pile of extra stuff on the curb for collection. I hope they take it all.

It is an interesting process leaving a house. It’s a lot of work. We had many people in to help us move on Saturday and more on Sunday. It made the whole process go smoothly. I was honored by their help. Like weddings and funerals, helping people move is a functional ceremony. It helps us all come to terms with what is happening.

We spent our last night with on a futon mattress in the living room. Abby and her cousins, Hannah and Sam, had their final sleep over on blow-up cots.

The house is echoey without any furniture. It’s ready for the next occupants. It will go about its business of being a house. We will go about our business of being a family.

It’s a beautiful day outside. Abby is bickering with Hannah, as usual. I can hear the trickle of the back yard fountain. The Sun is shining. A mourning dove is cooing. This is a good day to move.

ps – They took the trash.


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