Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets… #sayinggoodbye

Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness. MAEVE BRENNAN, The Visitor

With gratitude, exhaustion, wonder, and excitement, we said goodbye to our North Vancouver home last Friday. Such incredible memories. Such incredible life it held: coming of age, divorce, stroke, cancer, death, birth, expanding of wings, clipping of wings, tears, laughter, food, family, pets, mayhem, smorgåsbords, great TV, tons of creation, so much created, written, researched, so much discussion, communication, love. GROWTH.

And now it stands empty. Now we no longer have keys. Now it belongs to someone else. Wow.

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