On Packing Hats

Though it is very cramped, and has its share of problems, I am going to miss this house.

I will miss it for no other reason than it is the house that I brought my daughter home to. It contains her essence, and perhaps her earliest memories. For now, it contains the ballerina wallpaper border her doting father put up when she was still in the womb: delicate, girly, and watchful over the playtime giggles to come.

I will miss this house because in it, I found some measure of stability. When we were in this house, we were whole: we were family.

Without this house, we are apart. God knows for how long.

I will miss this house, and pray that its new tenants are successful on their own journey through this strange life, with the orders and the inherent unpredictability.

Until it is demolished, this house will always be new to someone…