No. 02
October 2025
Family
The last front door
One photo on the doorstep of the old house — one for keeps. Some goodbyes deserve a postcard of their own.
goodbye, old friend
No. 02
Saying goodbye to a house is a strange sort of morning. We did the walk-through everyone does — empty rooms, echoing stairs, the pale marks on the wall where the pictures used to hang.
We stood together on the doorstep — the same doorstep as a thousand ordinary mornings — and took one photo for keeps. Then we pulled the door to, the way you do, a little more gently than usual.
Goodbyes and beginnings share the same day, it turns out. We let the old house keep its memories, and took the rest with us.
Goodbye, old house. You were so good to us. Now for the one we build ourselves.
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