After a decade in this house, we are moving next week. To another house, to another area. I have told myself to ban all feelings from entering the stream of consciousness. No feelings, just packing things for now. Sometimes when I look at the trees outside my windows, I know it will be hard to find this view again, and last night as we were walking in the neighbourhood I caught myself thinking “you are a fool to leave this place”. But then myself answered back “shut up, we are leaving”.
I am going to send you the new address via email and will be checking emails from work until the internet is up and running at the new place. Wish me luck.
