Saying goodbye to a house/home that has witnessed a lot.

Moving is only a concept at first. Soon it becomes a crisis. Why do I have possessions? What do I take with me to the future? And then there is the permanent question of why?

What if I box it all up, find a cheap storage facility, and visit once a year??

Once every five years?

Do I possess them or do they possess me?

Is home in the boxes?

When does a house become a home? Is it automatic, or is it only due to a signature on a deed?

The house is ours, we still own it, but we don’t live here. It is no longer our home.

I sit in the open garage, looking at the driveway, the trees/hills, across the road, I’m no longer comfortable in my own house. I feel like a displaced spirit, no longer attached in a significant way, but still responsible, still on watch.

Let it all go…