The door opened to my old bedroom and I realized that was the last time I would probably ever be in that room again and I was so numb I had no idea what to do or how to mark the moment. I just stood in the doorway and stared at the picture perfect bedroom that had ben created by the stager. It looked and felt so completely different then just a few short months before when Mom still had photos of me from college and silly pictures with Jordan and Len that I had kept on the cork board between my two windows. The old books were gone from the bookshelves and the TV that was too big for the shelf space in the bookcase had been taken away and replaced with slick statuettes and just three or four books arranged neatly and artistically. The old antique writing desk Mom had moved in after I moved out was no longer there and I remember the slick, austere feeling of small stylish furniture that was now in its place. It seemed such a hard thing to embrace knowing that was the last time I would be in that room.
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