Moving out.

Over the weekend, we moved out of our little yellow house by the marsh. I was less heartbroken than I'd anticipated, and thanked the many distractions of our life for it. We are on to new, exciting things, it's true. A house of our own not a mile away, with white kitchen, tiled bathroom, bamboo floors in progress.

And memories belong more to me - to us - than to the walls we filled. Such sweetness in learning and relearning that places are not home.

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