This is it. This weekend is the end of our residency in our current home. Last night was the last dinner prepared in the kitchen, as most of our dishes and cookware are now packed away in boxes. This morning was the last time my kids grabbed their backpacks from the hooks in the laundry room and their lunches from the refrigerator. Also, hopefully, the last time the refrigerator water dispenser spilled all over as I tried to fill up a water bottle. Tonight will be the last time we sleep in these rooms. But I haven’t been particularly sad. Maybe I’ve just been too busy purging things and packing to dwell on it. And I think Semisonic was right: “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”
And so I choose not to be stuck in the end, but to move forward into a new beginning.