Today is a rough one.
The moving truck is here... and they are loading all of Eve's stuff to take it to New Orleans. Eve will be leaving, and my life will be changed forever. Again.
Eve started packing early in the month... the house slowly changed. Pieces of it's personality fading with every little bit. It was becoming less and less familiar every day.
Now today... everything changes... every minute it becomes more and more empty... more lonely.
One one hand a blank slate... on another... an empty shell of a former life.
Ouch.
Thursday, May 18, 2017
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Blank slate, not empty shell.
ReplyDeleteMove forward, not looking back, to the life that you desire.