Last Night

It’s our last night in my little house. I have mixed feelings about it. I’m excited to move, but I always get sentimental about leaving places I’ve lived, even if only for a short time.

This was the first house I ever bought. I bought it when I was finally ready to have a baby, and I have experienced the deepest sadness of my life here and also the most profound joy. I brought Edith home to this house and got to know her in it. I had a lot of dreams about our life together here, and how it would go.

So I’ll miss this house, but Edith won’t remember it. Every time I leave a place, I feel like I leave a ghost version of myself behind in it. I like some of the “ghost me”s better than others. This one I mostly feel proud of. She went through a lot, and she kept her chin up.

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