We move in two days and my husband and son ran to Lowe’s for boxes while the baby naps. I should be using that broom, but I’m sitting here staring at my big, empty porch and drinking my coffee instead. This is very likely the last time I will sit here alone or at all, and I just want to take it all in and take my time in saying goodbye.
This has been such a good house to me, and that’s the thing: sometimes, we walk away from places or things or people we love. And that doesn’t mean we don’t love them and it doesn’t mean we were unhappy. It’s just that we’re walking down another path to another place or thing or person.
I once read that it’s called “bless and release.” And so, I bless this house and I release it, starting now as I sit and stare at her porch.