It comes down to this: our last night in our old home. The movers come tomorrow at 10 AM and begin the final disassembling of life as we knew it here.
It was a great life. Not necessarily filled with dramatic accomplishments or financial successes or accolades from the outside. At the same time, this home was a place where Earl and I solidified our relationship, where we agreed that – even though we don’t see eye to eye on politics or religion or how to approach things – we were compatible in other things that matter. Like honesty, punctuality, faithfulness, dependability, and respect for each other. And laughter. We laugh at the same things, which is really important.
For the rest of the evening, I’m going to sit in front of the fireplace and read insignificant material. I’m going to stare at the glow of the false embers and remember the good times. And I’m going to roam the house one more time, taking note of the landscape lighting here and there, the shadows that play counterpoint. Then I’ll head to bed, feeling my way in the dark down the hall and into the bedroom where Earl will be stretched out, warm and relaxed. I’ll curl up next to him and smile, knowing we’ll do the same thing tomorrow night in our new home.
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