Saying good-bye to our home

Nen and I will be moving to a new house. We didn't choose it, but life pushed us to it and we acquiesced. In two weeks we will be saying goodbye to our home, to more than four years of happiness with Archie. Yesterday for the first time, as I was walking up the stairs, I started the ritual. I breathed deeply and delighted the steps. I didn't give in to melancholy, I pushed the feeling away. I know it will get to me, I know in the next two weeks it will come back and after a fierce fight, it will win, not me. But last night I won the battle and it didn't resist me. I thanked it.