The feeling of a house with everything taken out

I can’t help getting rattled by the constant disarray of our house:IMG_0892 the kids, the cats, the dog, the yard. Everywhere, something is off.

But then I remember the look of our house in West Seattle when we moved out: that exposed, sad feeling of a home reduced to rooms, windows, doorways. The memories, tied to people, tied to things, taken out, packed into boxes.

Our place may be a wreck, but when they are gone it will be clean and empty.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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One Response to The feeling of a house with everything taken out

  1. alesiablogs says:

    As a mother of an autistic son, I began to realize I had to let some things go literally. Part of that was leaving the home alone to its devices! For the most part I keep things up, but it is true a house is nothing without the lives in it. Lives are what matter most. I still like a tidy home though. it is in my nature.

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