I am smack in the middle of a goodbye. Bookended by the home I have loved for years and have lived some of my best days and a new smaller home of which I know nothing and the days to be spent there unknown

The rooms of my house are littered with boxes and bags. Old memories repacked alongside new ones. The outline of paintings and lonely pins pattern the walls.

Dusty window panes are laid bare as curtains come down. The last one who attempted shining the panes did not do a good job. Thank goodness for curtain lace that hid the disgrace.

The bright light filtering into the house is a stark reminder of the closeness of the final goodbye when I turn the key in the lock one last time.

Hello Goodbye.

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