The Postscript: Good Memories
My husband, Peter, is looking around our empty living room. “I’ll always have good memories of this place.” “I will, too,” I assure him.
We are packing up the last of our possessions and heading across the country in a few days. We won’t be coming back.
This is the home Peter bought as a single person, when he retired a bit early. He wasn’t sure how much he could afford, but he bought this…