Tomorrow, my mother and a buyer close on my childhood home – the only place I have ever called “home”. She does not know how much it breaks my heart. It may be that the place was always something of a ghost to me, but it was the ghost of something beautiful.
Farewell.
Into the Clarities 
You might not know it now, but it’s better that why. I closed when my old home was sold.
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I feel for you and all the emotions that must be coming up during this time.
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It’s such a strange feeling when your childhood home gets sold. I’d give you a great big hug, my friend.
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Sad! A beautiful home and environs, Gregory. Difficult to grieve such a loss. Thanks for posting the photo.
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I’m sending you good vibes.
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