It's moving day. For me, going through old accumulation churns uneasiness. I think it's a product of being reminded one last time of events and circumstances long since forgotten, before such memories are finally lapsed for good. And with each item that's packed or tossed aside, the soul of a place - a home - fades a little, until once and for all, it disappears.
So for this stop, this is it. Thanks to those who made a difference; you'll be sorely missed. I'm sorry things didn't work out better. But maybe next time.
Like so many boxes of Caramel Apple Sugar Crisp, our stay in Edmonton proved to be for a limited time only.
Moving day. (2007). Me and the editor, looking out the window from my apartment living room one last time.