Moving

The bright white ReMax sign startled me as I pulled into my driveway today. It's real. My house is for sale. I hurried in to clean the kitchen. It is clean to an unreal, unlived in state. Funny, realtor leads to unreal. This morning I packed all my family photos and the memories of past lovers. I can only assume these boxes will remain unopened for at least two years, until I finish my next degree. I cleaned tonight until my hands were detergent raw. I have as much of a showcase home as is possible. Tomorrow is the official listing. Tonight I finally cried. I don't want to sell. I really don't want to sell. But to do all else that I want to do, what choice do I have? Now that the garden is weeded, the house is clean, I really don't want to leave. But the bright white ReMax sign has been hammered into my front yard. The decision has been made. I am moving. My house is for sale. My lovely convent of healing will soon be transferred to another. Tears well again and I am grateful for this outlet as I transition out.