The last box is sealed and loaded on the truck. I walk through the house for one last check. I pause briefly in the door of each room, remembering the moments that brought us here. Thirty five years is a long time to live in any one place.
First home and first occupants we were destined to be a good fit, this house and us. Just married and with no money many rooms were empty for a long time. Slowly they were filled, first with dogs, then beautiful babies. Bounties of family and friends helped us fill the house with love, laughter and some tears. Good home, good life.