Last order of business in this little old house: listening to the Civil Wars on Pandora while I lay myself out of these pretty hardwoods one last time.

So very similar to the first thing I did once they were all mine.

But my heart is changed now.

It’s heavier tonight - not like that first morning here. Maybe because it’s so full from the last year I have spent here. Or maybe because the emptiness is a greater burden than the joy.

Goodbye little old house. I love you so.