My husband and I bought a house.
It’s something I’ve heard other people say in passing. “We just bought a house.” “We’re moving into our new house.” “They’re trying to buy a house.” And to me, it always seemed like something that people did, like buying a phone or groceries or even a car.
Y’all. I had no idea what I was getting into.
It’s moving day and I’m sitting in the stairwell of our apartment while men load my life into a truck. It’s all sounds of things going and coming, against a backdrop of birds and rain.
So I wrote a poem on my writing site you all might like. I love you, and I’ll be back soon.
bohemian.on.rye 