Mine, for example, is much more than a house. My house is my first official “home” – the first house I lived in long enough to LOVE.
I am sad to hear it is no longer ours….very sad, actually. I have been having quite the tears here in Cairo, knowing that I will return to an unfamiliar space this summer. Some onlookers see my sadness as pathetic, silly, immature, or irrational. To them I say, WHATEVER.
Sometimes a house is not JUST a house.
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