Yesterday, I said, my final goodbye to 915. At least what I think is my final goodbye.

Dramatic, a final goodbye? Maybe a little.

We stopped by Gpa’s to remove the rest of our things … more auction winnings for one of my dear friends and a huge buffet that was my great grandfather’s. What I entitle my, pièce de la résistance.

Isn’t he a beaut?

I feel he was meant for this wall. Fits perfectly. The second we moved in, I had him in mind. Maman thought I was crazy I even wanted the thing — but just look at it!

How could I let him go? Precisely, I couldn’t. He now lives on, as my tv console. And probably home to a Wii here soon.

I’m thinking I can always, at some point, switch him out and have him in the dining room and store dishes, but for now, he’s happy here. I asked him.

I’d say my décor style is one part modern and one part old. The “old” department all being family pieces. I love that they continue on in a new space. It feels much more personal to me that way. And I think it keeps the feel fresh yet classic.

Walking into Gpa’s and seeing it completely empty was incredibly strange. It would have been even stranger had you been there at the auction with me, as rooms were being sold off.

At one point I wanted to take down a guy bidding on Gpa’s rocker, I think that was the moment where I realized, I had to let it go. All of it. It’s just stuff, right?

Be ye not attached. Be yet not attached. That was the mantra Higher Self bestowed upon me. It kinda worked.

Yesterday, I wasn’t feeling particularly nostalgic, which meant it was the perfect time to say goodbye. I went room to room. Pausing briefly, closing my eyes, allowing the happy memories to assault me — of childhood bath time, and soap opera watching with my Gma, of dinners in the dining room and fires and naps in the living room.

I thanked each room, saying a blessing. You would have thought I was trying to outdo the new Pope. I was even holding my rosary beads up {never-mind that I’m not Catholic}. Slightly embarrassed when TC asked what the hell I was doing. Thankfully he just nodded when I said, duh! blessing and clearing, dad! As though I go around blessing and clearing like it’s my damn job everyday.

I needed that goodbye, my time to make peace with what was and to honor that as having been such a part of me. And these things of ours that become a part of us, they remain.

This house will go. The possessions will go. These are certainties, yes? For all of us. These will not last forever. But these memories, they become what lives on. The things that no one can ever touch or buy.