"i thought this would be the house i'd die in" 

the process of moving house is a strange one and usually (i've uprooted excessively it's like my parents have a penchant for all the hassle shifting brings) my mommer is the only one all hyped up to get our lives sorted and organized in neat little forts of cardboard boxes but not this time round. doddy has already begun moving paintings and random furnishings to the new house and it is a strange feeling to be walking up the stairs and then doing a double take upon noticing a recently bare wall as if whatever transpired in the years we've lived here is being unwritten and unraveled and the house is being left threadbare for the new occupants to turn into a home.