today was the day i left my parents house wondering if it would be for the last time or if i would visit again before it's no longer ours. i'm not looking for pity. it didn't hurt. should it have?
if you say good-bye long enough it begins to be another sentence. it begins to sound more like hello to something else. maybe that's what life is - moving through things and not stopping too long at any one station.
that was one of my homes. but i'm sitting in a more recent home. there were others before, and will be more.
tonight when my husband, son, and i walked through the door to our apartment i said cheerfully to lil P: "look! we're home!"
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