Last Look
I pull up to the curb in front of the house instead of parking in the driveway. I had intended to do otherwise, when I had played the scene out in my head last night, but now that I am here the action doesnt feel right. Perhaps it is my subconscious subtly distancing me from the old Tudor-style dwelling that was once my home. Perhaps the act of broaching the property with other than myself would soften the poignancy for which I have come, and my mind knows I need to see this place for the last time as if it were the first.
Perhaps I am thinking too much.
The engine dies, and I exit the car s
Last Look
I pull up to the curb in front of the house instead of parking in the driveway. I had intended to do otherwise, when I had played the scene out in my head last night, but now that I am here the action doesnt feel right. Perhaps it is my subconscious subtly distancing me from the old Tudor-style dwelling that was once my home. Perhaps the act of broaching the property with other than myself would soften the poignancy for which I have come, and my mind knows I need to see this place for the last time as if it were the first.
Perhaps I am thinking too much.
The engine dies, and I exit the car s