I’ve said goodbye to a lot of homes.
With Jake’s job transfers, I was always the last one out the door. He was starting his new job in one state, while I tied up loose ends in the other.
I always felt introspective that last night while I sat in the empty home, alone.
The dog looked around befuddled, as he sat on his bed in the middle of an empty floor. Me, sitting crosslegged on the floor, eating takeout amidst the last bags and boxes. The TV packed up, so just my laptop playing some tunes and falling asleep to all of the echoes.
This move felt different.