All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
not decided yet
5 days are all that remain.
I'm getting more maudlin as moving day approaches. No, my children weren't born here (moving back to the city where they were born - irony, yeah?) but they were raised here.
This house is all they remember as home. They know which stairs creak and which cupboard door has to be slightly lifted to close properly.
And, my undoing, is the piece of wall in the hallway between their bedrooms. The growth chart. *sigh* God my kids were short in 1994. heh. Being 1 and 3yrs old can be that way, I s'pose.
blah. Somebody change the subject.
soundtrack: Frank Sinatra - "Moon River"
I'm getting more maudlin as moving day approaches. No, my children weren't born here (moving back to the city where they were born - irony, yeah?) but they were raised here.
This house is all they remember as home. They know which stairs creak and which cupboard door has to be slightly lifted to close properly.
And, my undoing, is the piece of wall in the hallway between their bedrooms. The growth chart. *sigh* God my kids were short in 1994. heh. Being 1 and 3yrs old can be that way, I s'pose.
blah. Somebody change the subject.
soundtrack: Frank Sinatra - "Moon River"
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