starting anew

If anyone asked me -- and no one has -- I think Steve has it easier. He has moved onto the new life; Robin is still tangled up in the old one. On the plus side, she has the luxury of time to do things properly, to tie up the loose ends. The bad thing is, she has the luxury of time to feel sad.
I am scared to think about that moment when the movers have taken everything and we have to walk out the door of this house for the very last time. But I also think after that moment everything will get easier in a strange way, even though we will have to start over, knowing nothing. To look forward instead of saying goodbye over and over and over: That's worth something.
The strangest and most ordinary things still make me cry. The view out the bedroom window, as I sit here writing this, of our sunny peaceful little yard. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.