I feel a gnawing sadness all the time.
Even in the times I feel excited and calm about the move. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we still don't know what to do with the house and when it comes down to it, I really can't bear the thought of someone else calling this space home.
I know that home will be wherever we are together. And it's always been like that. We've had some really great times in some really bad apartments. And some hard times in some great places. So us, us I'm not worried about. It's the labor and thought that's gone into this place. It's the colors and how they make me feel.
It's the fact that it's ours.
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