Leaving Alexandria

As we stood there, one last time, with everything all moved out, and us ready to leave, I thought through all the moments - both happy and sad - from the last two years that had taken place inside these four walls.

I looked down at the impressions in the carpet, representing our home as we had known it, and was sad. Now they would become nothing more than an eyesore to the next residents, a mere reminder that this space was not truly theirs. After all, this is precisely how I would react.

I guess it's just that feeling of uncertainty that you feel at pivotal moments in your life. I had certainly felt it that morning in September of 2009, and now home ownership, life in the burbs and fatherhood beckoned.

Still, it did provide occasion to reflect upon the good times we had enjoyed in apartment 923.

Mark