just got home.
on the way i passed by my house.
the sign is gone.
the porch light is on.
the yellow flowers in front were blowing happily in the wind.
i didn't get a call saying it was purchased as a gift to me.
it's too big for a (kind, hot, mormon) single guy (looking for a wife and a teenager) to move into.
i knew this day would come.
i did.
i shouldn't have gone inside.
i shouldn't have started decorating it and planning for it.
i shouldn't have imagined life in it.
i shouldn't have gotten the boy involved in my dreaming shenanigans.
darn.
shaking it off.
my the house has sold.