house

Well,
here I am, in my house, in my small town and it's late and I'm moving things around for someone, who is coming  to visit it in a few days.  For the next while, there will lots of someone-s, who will walk around and try to imagine what their life would be, here, in this house.  I've realized that while I've been envisioning my life in the city, someone was, perhaps, envisioning their life in this small town. It's surprising how weird that feels, that someone else will live here. I'm trying to ignore the sadness that's beginning to come but somehow, it's more difficult than I thought.  It's such a mix of emotions really- sad, sentimental, worried, afraid, excited, curious. Mind boggling.  Large to small.  Dependent to independent, town to city.