I’m heading down to my dad’s house in Iowa this weekend to take care of the last little bits prior to the transfer of ownership. Closing is slated for the 27th of this month.
This will probably be the last time I visit this house.
I mean, I kind of hope it is, as I want the sale to go through and for this last hurdle to be cleared. But I’m finding myself having some melancholia, too.
When the house is gone, that’s just one more tether cut. One less imprint from my father’s life. One more mark erased.
There really isn’t much work left for me to do. Just some final pictures to take off the walls. One final trip to goodwill to get rid of odds and ends. Some bedding. Some knickknacks. Some pillows. One last little bit of cleaning for the new owners. Leaving keys and garage door openers. Final courtesies.