Today was the first day that I have been in my house since February of 2011.
The rooms were empty and the walls were bare. The smell of my favorite laundry detergent was gone. I set up the ladder and began to paint in silence.
Over the course of the past year, several people have asked me if I was going to move back into my house. My answer has always been “No.” But, if there ever was a doubt in my mind, today just reconfirmed it.
I left the keys on the kitchen counter and locked the front door, hoping that I won’t have to go back there again for another year.
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