Rising Sun

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The sun is peeking up over the back of the couch and shining into my eyes. It might be unpleasant if it wasn’t so gentle. It’s on the wall across the room and brightening the sky out the south-facing window. I love many things about this house but the way the sun comes in is high on the list.

I am surprised at how little I miss Lucas Street. I thought I loved so many things about that house too. And I did. I know I did. I guess it’s just like I once loved best friends I rarely think of now, or spent endless hours on hobbies I now recall participating in with a dreamlike sense of disbelief. Did I really do those things?

The only way to be happy is to love what’s in front of you now. To persist in loving a house I can’t live in anymore would mean dragging that sadness with me through every day here.

To be honest though, I sometimes worry I’m a little too good at the moving on thing.