It’s pretty bare round here. Moving tomorrow, and ‘most’ of the stuff is in boxes down in the garage, ready for the movers. Or me, more like. They’ll probably only get to take the heavy stuff, which is their primary function.
It’s also pretty odd. Here I am, entirely alone, spending the last night in this house. Even odder that I’ll be spending tomorrow night alone, too, in the new house. No husband, no child, just the ticking clock.
Ever fallen asleep on the train and woke up at an unknown station, and wondered well OK but where the hell am I?