After two days of packing, our house now stands half-empty and our possessions are housed on palettes within containers awaiting delivery to our new home next week.
In the process, our home of 32 years has lost its character – denuded of pictures, ornaments, books and objects, all of which had an individual history and evoked a unique memory.
A chapter is closing and a new chapter is about to begin. A page will turn.
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