How do you leave a house that's more than a house? The sounds are salient: specific doors close in ways pertinent to each child; stairs creak idiosyncratically; water flows differently in each bathroom; the hum of the dryer floats up and around from the garage. Occasionally the fridge beeps because it is left open while rummaging happens.
The sounds seem the strongest. Especially at night when there is little to compete with them. The exhalation of breath when the front door softly closes at 2 am, and you know someone you love is home safe, yet again.
We came here a long time ago. To leave is hard for us all in our own ways. But it is inevitable, whether now or later, however later. Home is a House in our Hearts that floats, drifts, settling when the venue and time are right, and becoming a physical presence.
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