2nd September Trip – Day Seven

I’m in the ferry line and thankful my ipad has data.

This morning was a dance in loading out the house, packing the truck in a logical way (three stops on the way home), and attempting to minimize my back and forths. It came together easier and faster than I hoped, while still taking over three hours.

It was hard to leave, but not as difficult as I expected. I was very melancholy as I pulled out. It’s like I’m grieving for who my mom was, what this place meant to her, and my dad. And how I feel their spirits here, but from a time gone by, and how I wish I could bring that time, and what I’ve managed to do for house and property, together.

It’s time for the Island house to become someone else’s home.