an empty shell

I am in my last days in our home.


Only it doesn't really feel like home anymore. It feels like empty rooms stacked with boxes. Because that's all it is anymore. It feels like even our memories are packed away.


And I suppose that's good. Because then they come with us and don't depend on the space we made them in at all.


But it makes for some incredibly sad and hollow days here.


I am going to dearly miss this place.