Fuck. Woke this morning early to do more work, after missing out on a last-night-at-home dinner with Natalie and Andi because of work. Natalie finally placed my Mancino’s on the floor outside the study before taking off to spend the night with Ebba. Just fuck.
All week moving through the space of this home, watching sunlight strike sideways at summer angles on unexpected surfaces. Looking into Natalie’s quiet and empty room. Getting rid of objects that hold memory when memories are already hard enough for me to retain. But the ones I do have of this place are beautiful and I will miss it dearly.
There’s no part of this experience that has me looking forward to this move. I’m just tired and really sad.
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