She sealed the last box with packing tape. This was the box she hated unpacking the most. It held a little bit of everything from every room.
She felt the need to wander from room to room one last time. Each room holding a memory she lingered on as she stood in the middle of a now empty room that once bustled with energy.
Each day leading up to this one since the decision to sell her house had been a busy one. From the business of her mind, grappling with the decision to indeed sell to this one, the final day.
She remembered the sense of independence she felt as she signed her name on those mortgage papers almost a year to the day she had decided to end her marriage. She had laughed at the bizarre coincidence of the address on HER new house. When they had begun their life together, the address was 166. When she began her life after the divorce the address was 266. Like it was just meant to be; this the second step.
So many memories that didn’t require paper or a box sealed tight to pack away all the memories that she was taking with her from this house. The laughter. The tears. The wondering if she had made the right decision to knowing she had.
And just like the first time she turned the doorknob on this part of her journey as she first stepped foot into this house, she closed the door on that chapter and stepped out into the next.
But with a smile on her face.