Tomorrow the movers are coming to move the heaviest pieces of furniture including the piano. I debated about selling the piano since the children are all grown but somehow I couldn’t imagine living without it. I have memories going back to when I was a tiny tot sitting next to my Father as he played the piano and sang to me. His music was soul stirring and often made me cry. Years later, my Father held my first born son on his lap while he played the piano and sang. I am convinced that my son’s musical talent is a result of that beautiful connection.

My voice is echoing off the walls as I walk around this house saying my goodbyes. I’m feeling a little lost at the moment as if I belong neither here nor there (new townhome). I don’t like change…I’m a creature of habit..and this house is where I have lived the longest of anywhere in my life. So please forgive me if I cut this short and wander around just a little bit more..And maybe when I’m through… I’ll pack up another box or two.