The truck is full. The house is empty. And my heart, I'm pretty sure, is broken.
It's been a time, Texas.
5 Comments
Leave a comment
February 2012
| Sun | Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | Fri | Sat |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | |||
| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 |
| 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 |
| 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 |
| 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 |
Oh that is always so bittersweet. Good luck, Grace!
I hope you have a grand time on the east coast.
A huge good luck for your new journey ahead!
I hate that feeling that you have when you walk through the empty house making sure that you've gotten everything, and just... remembering. You're right... heartbreaking... a place where you lived and loved.
Thankfully many adventures and more living, and more loving awaits.
I know this has got to be so hard. But I hope that this part of the world - as weird as it can be - is a good place for you for as long as you need it to be.