Sunday 9 November 2014

The end of an era

She was, of course, right...  

The weekend had been a long one.  We had kept busy and maintained a momentum I had not previously thought possible.  We worked long, and we worked hard.  There was much to be done.  And a deadline to meet.  Which we did.

We had, I think, put off sorting through and boxing up these items until we had to.  Whilst they remained there, it was still a home.  Unoccupied perhaps, but a home nonetheless.  Their symbolism hit me powerfully as we locked the door for the last time, leaving only a note in the now clinically empty space to welcome the new owners behind us.

As my mother's (now former) nextdoor neighbour said, it is the end of an era.

The end of an era marks the beginning of another...




No comments:

Post a Comment