State of Things

This is a very lonely house, where we set up shop and brought our cats and hosted parties and lay in bed during the months of pregnancy and brought home our daughter. It is now a very lonely place, especially at night, especially after my little girl goes to sleep and I am alone here.

Lonely, almost eerie.

I used to love this house. It used to be home. I thought I would live here until I died.

Now I have a new residence, which feels more like home, and in 12 years, upon the graduation of my daughter, I shall move on from Albany.

Home is no longer home anymore...the city, the house, the state of things.

Things have indeed changed.