206. Goodbye rituals

Saying goodbye is difficult in this case it was a house. On it's own a house is just a pile of bricks, tiles, etc organised to protect the dweller from the world, to provide shelter. In this instance it wasn't just a house we were saying goodbye to, it was a home (I can't really write this post without being cliche, I feel cliche), it was a feeling of belonging, it had the ability to conjour up memories good and bad. Of course our new house will be filled with some of the stuff in the old but we gave away the piano I attempted to learn on, the sofa's which have in them a bunch of memories etc. We left behind the trampoline friends used to lie on legs tangled so you couldn't tell one from the other, the doll's house where many a family was dreamed up, the radiators I used for comfort when cold or sad, the bookshelves once bearing my collection and much more. On the last night in our empty shell of a house we bought a pizza, drank champagne, let of a lantern bearing our goodbyes up into the sky then sat in my Mothers bed drinking Rose wine and watching the only film left in the house, 'The Breakfast Club'. It was in most ways a very sad night but it felt nice to be just the four of us sharing in those rituals done to make us feel better. It made my day.