These days are mostly controlled chaos. We had a BBQ at our house this weekend to celebrate our friend’s birthdays and in a way to begin our process of saying goodbye.
This morning I started going through the books and papers I’ve accumulated over two years. I came across my folder of letters from Ruth that she sent when I first moved here. Every time I open it my heart clenches up. The first line of the top letter: Hullo, I hear Obama is in Honolulu.
Going back isn’t hard for me. I look forward to what comes next. But this place and the life that we’ve had here! I’m more grateful than I can express. It comes down to one thing: this house. It changed everything for me. The most painful parts of my life, Ruth was always there with me. She gave me the strength to face everything because I knew I had her friendship. In many ways, this house has eased the pain of losing her. I wake up everyday and I see the ocean and sunshine. When we move out, it’ll be like leaving a great friend.
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