Brian finished up the move without me. He called me from the empty house, and as his voice echoed in the livingroom we loved, I felt a tug on my heart strings. I said goodbye Sunday, complete with pictures and a shout out to the builder. Brian said goodbye to the house tonight, alone in the emptiness with all the stress of final packing.
When he’s here on Sunday things will be better. Tonight I just feel sad. And I really miss him. 😢
I wish I could be there.
Three. Three. More. Days.