The dining room table and chairs left this evening for their new home, new memories. They were purchased by my parents as their first set in the home that they built, along with my maternal grandfather.
Lifetimes were born and died around the simple elegance of it's mannered frame. It holds the energy of many many souls, who's whereabouts are long ago forgotten. Childhood memories of stilted love. Adolescent boredom, nervous tension and countless burnt meals, yet the significance of it being carried out, piece by piece in the dark of night feels heavy.