They say the home is where the heart is.
Well, I think it's time for me to move.
I've outlived my welcome.
When I first saw this house, the owner spoke very fondly of it, and it showed great promise.
But, now it has lost its charm.
I've fought off potential buyers, clinging to the perfect image I've had in my mind.
I'm too optimistic.
That for sale sign has to make it to my front lawn soon.
I'll leave behind all the furniture, maybe even a picture or two. I don't need it.
The next owner will appreciate it. They'll see the house for all its beauty, as I once did.
My presence will fade. The interior will be redecorated,
and I'll just be a fuzzy memory.
