Someday I think I am going to write a story about how someone is moving their family out of a house and puts an ad on freecycle to get rid of stuff for 2 hours only, but everyone starts going through the moving van instead of the house full of free stuff and someone takes the box with the family's dead baby's ashes.
Not because it is true or because I think this story would be very popular. But because it could have happened* and you already know the ending, maybe this will be enough.
At 8:03 pm, we walked away. Turned the key for the last time and said goodbye to the house and all the memories, good and bad.
I feel so great right now. Exhausted, but great.
*Editors note: Again, I repeat, this did not happen.