Finished moving.

[brooksmoses]

So. Today I moved the last few carloads of stuff out of the apartment and storage room, took the last bag of garbage down to the dumpster, and turned in the keys. We are done.

Goodbye, house.

Goodbye, little pathway up the steps and past the birch trees into the house.

Goodbye, front door with a doorknocker on it that always clattered when I shut it too hard.

Goodbye, kitchen where Suzi and I learned how to share dishwashing, and how not to.

Goodbye, dining room where we had the bowl of pistacios that lured the squirrels through our window screens.

Goodbye, living room where I wrote much of my research programs.

Goodbye, bedroom where we learned to share a bed.

Goodbye, patio where we grew tomato plants that lived two years and produced five tiny (but delicious) tomatos.

Goodbye, view out the window where I occasionally looked to see if Suzi was coming home yet.

Goodbye, tree with a quadrant pruned out of it for the powerlines to go through.

Goodbye, storage room where I kept odd heavy bits of strange things.

Goodbye, little gray neighbor cat that just yesterday was finally unshy enough to be petted.

Goodbye, home.


May you be as much a home for your next tenants, too.

Comments

[wcg.livejournal.com]

Lots of memories there Brooks. I think you'll cherish them all your life.

[leback.livejournal.com]

Wow; you know, I never thought about the fact that that was the first home the two of you shared... Those are some valuable memories right there. May the next home be the source of still more, even if you aren't staying long.

Anyway, congratulations on getting through the move! You guys pulled it off very impressively, and the new place already looks great.

If I see the little gray neighbor cat around and she's feeling friendly, I'll tell her hello for you. Or you can come by and tell her hello yourself. :-)

[rosefox]

I hope your new house is a wonderful home for you in all sorts of new and lovely ways, and that your memories of the old one are always there to be cherished.

[larksdream]

Awww. *hugs* And... what she said!

*holds*

[suzanne.livejournal.com]

and *holds* Thank you, love, for everything.

Yours, always
suzanne

[anghara.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, I moved far, far too often in my life, from places I loved and left just as much emotional residue in as you're leaving in this place. I remember, when we were moving from FLorida to Washington state nearly thhree years ago now, we went to take a last look at the outbuilding that had been used as an office - when full of makeshift furniture (desks made out of old doors, bookshelves made of cinderblocks and two-by-fours) it somehow still managed to look cosy, inviting, somewhere for words to be quietly born. Now, stripped of everything, its tatty old carpet laid bare and all of its softly-lit atmosphere now open to the cold light of day, it looked rather awful... and yet I stood on the doorstep as we were leaving, and cried. This place was where the Blessed Book had been born, after all. It meant something.

Hope you packed all the good memories in your book boxes to take with you...

A.