To all that ever mattered, to all I ever loved

To say that this day turned out to be completely different than what I was expecting, nay, intending it to be, would be an understatement. I wasn't supposed to be here still, but then, as fates would have it, a small hitch in the road kept me here for a little while longer. The hard part begins tomorrow - saying one final goodbye to this house where I've lived for so many years of my life. It just might that ultimately I come to consider the greatest failure of my life the fact that I wasn't capable to keep this house. After all, it wasn't just the house where I (mostly) grew up in, it was my grandparent's place, and more than that, so much more than that, it was my grandmother's place, and parts of all of us will always remain here.

It's not now, but soon enough, that I'll be closing that door for the last time, turning the key and locking it for the last time, and sometime soon it will be as if we never lived here at all. New stories will be told here, new tragedies, new triumphs, and maybe one day, maybe years and years hence, I shall be in the neighbourhood again, and find myself walking down the street, and from across the street, I'll look up and see this house brimming with life.  

Time to sleep, perhaps for the last time here. Time to recollect the memories of a lifetime spent here. And then, to store them somewhere sacred, so that one day they may provide solace. 

Tomorrow, we continue.