Because I need lots of closure

Thursday, after we’d finally gotten everything else out of the house, after I’d mopped my way out of the house, after the van was loaded up and everyone else had left, I got out and took pictures of our happy little house. It doesn’t really fit us so well anymore, like a dress that one of the girls might have worn as a baby, but I love it. We have so many happy memories of life here, and somehow as I took the picture, a melodramatic thought crossed my mind, Maybe someday I’ll look back at this photo and think, “Ah, those were the simpler, happy times!” Boo hoo hoo.

Mostly I think it was the combination of stress, bad eating and weariness. I think that a house is a house and wherever we end up we will make more happy memories. But no matter what, this is the house I brought three babies home to, where I watched them all grow up, where we welcomed so many friends, where there was so much singing and crying and love. I wrote recently about Orcas and a sense of place.

This place has a sense of place, too. Goodbye, Little House, or maybe just See you later.