Home alone

Today is the closing day for the house that Chris and I bought back in June. I got the call from the lawyer a little while ago that the house is ours... mine, and the keys are ready to be picked up.


Today was supposed to be an exhilaratingly happy and exciting day. Instead, it is a sad day and my heart is very heavy. I'm not rushing over to pick up the keys. I will of course, but it's not something I'm looking forward to. My heart didn't leap with joy when the call came in, it simply sighed a heavy sigh of emptiness. Chris isn't here with me jumping in glee like we did when we got the call that our offer was accepted.

My heart, like our new house, is empty and quiet.