What a beautiful way of looking at a move!

containers for our memories...

So very true. And the melancholy just comes and goes, all the time.

I walked around taking a video before the house was emptied, but as I left some furniture behind, it never fully emptied. My youngest brother is bringing his drone on Friday before I leave to do a flyover one last time. He was a little boy when we got married so has many fond memories of the house.

I just love your poem Eric
Especially...

just a shell, awaiting
the next souls who
will breathe some new and
different life into you.

Wonderful, I will hold onto these words. It really is just a shell!