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Bittersweet

I wrote this a few days before moving out of my parents and in with my boyfriend...

Bittersweet. 

There are things that I will miss.
I will miss my family,
They have been the best housemates I could wish for.
I will miss the hustling, bustling noise of their lives.
Constant.
Never-ending.

There are things that I will miss.
I will miss how my Grandmother waves me off to work every morning,
And how all three generations of women have discussions about everything under the sun.
I will miss spending time with Rusty; he seems on borrowed time.
Cherished friend.
Existing.

There are things that I will miss.
I will miss the house and the way it groans and whispers at night.
The way the best view of the sunset is from my bedroom window.
I will miss my bedroom and the safe space it has been.
Comforting.
Confining.

There are things that I will miss.
I will miss those spots in the garden where the world melts away,
And the way the quince tree looks different every single day.
I will miss hearing the church bells ringing, and the multitude of birds singing at dawn chorus.
Musical.
Deafening.

There are things that I will miss,
But I also look forward to creating something new with my love,
Discovering how our lives slot together.
I look forward to building a home and a future with him. 
Love expanding.
Bittersweet.











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