After two years of living in our house and shoveling whatever we didn’t know what to do with into our basement storage space, Daryl and I decided to clean it out. Much of what I had to sort through was from my parent’s house. When I cleaned out my childhood home after they died, I had to do it quickly. I wanted to get the house on the market before winter began, because the thought of paying the mortgage and utilities on a vacant space would’ve been expensive… and emotional. In one night and with several glasses of wine , a friend and I boxed up every photograph in the house. We staged it, put it on the market, negotiated a price with interested buyers, signed all the paperwork, then packed, sold, or threw away everything that was left. In just a few months, I sold a house without ever having bought one. In just a few months, my home was no longer my home. Furniture, clothes, pictures—it all went into a storage unit and was eventually moved to our house in Illino...
Because losing people physically does not mean losing them completely