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Packing Up is Hard to Do
by: Helena
I got the house in the divorce, but the concession is bitter sweet. This is a two income house. I am now a one income family.

My house with the picket fence has been on the market since the papers were filed. We, my ex and I picked out this house together. We brought our daughter home to this house, together. We barbequed in the tiny bit of yard together. Now, I look at my half empty living room and pack alone. My mother is keeping Leigh. She does not quite understand, but I think she gets its. I think it will be best when we move into our two bedroom apartment. At least the new environment will stop her from her routine of springing out of bed looking for daddy.

Stop it Hels, I told myself I would not do this. How pathetic I am, sitting here on the floor,(He took the rug) packing up my half of the CD collection, reminisicing. Hey, I did not buy the Bobby Mcpherson CD or did I? Well I won't worry about that now.

I will miss this house, the neighborhood. It has only been three years here, but it seems like longer. As part of the divorce lotto, I got the full title, but I cannot afford the note, not on my salary. The house closes at the end of the month. Hopefully, the new owners will have settle here with more permenant roots like the oak tree that takes up 1/3 of the yard. Perhaps they can be happy here. I wish them well. Maybe, I will leave them the McPherson tape as a house warmer.

With the equity (not much), perhaps I can make a down payment on a townhouse or condo or something. Leigh would like that. It will be ours, Leigh's and mine.