Golden Slumbers

Our bags are packed. All the furniture we own is being boxed up and shipped off to storage. It’s sad to watch your entire life being carted away in boxes. Some how as I sit here at the computer desk for what will more than likely be the last time, I can’t help but feel the emptiness within the room that was once so full of life.

I’ve already made all the necessary phone calls to bid my final farewells to all the friends I’ve come to know and admire.

Is this really goodbye?