Soon but not yet we will leave here, this house that’s been the longest time and home we’ve ever known, or probably ever will know. This turning left out of, or uphill right out of at the beginning of every walk. The knowing the bin days and which week is which. A catalogue of familiars we will leave behind us. Created, collected, curated and done now.
We are done with here now. Not tired of or sad about but done nonetheless. Looking at everything and asking what’s not coming? To wherever we’ll leave here for. Not known yet but not to be filled with the things we don’t want. The things we’ve carried to the charity shops.
There are memories in the bins now. Recycled or rubbish, not everything precious. Dostadning it’s called, ‘death clearing’ in Swedish. We are death clearing as we leave, and gathering up what matters. Each other and time.
Soon but not yet we will leave here. And these are the photographs that sold it. Taken by me to be left here. Except for the one of the sunset. We’ll be taking the sunset with us. Soon, but not yet, when we leave here.
For a terraced house in Wavertree, with love and thanks.