Empty House

I just came home to a very quiet house that suddenly feels a bit too large.  Two of the three bedrooms are uncharacteristically clean and the remnants of food I don’t really eat sit in the refrigerator and on the shelves of the pantry.  Charlie (the dog) is looking around for the commotion that is no longer here and peeking out the window, looking for approaching cars that are parked in different cities now.  The house is quiet.  It is time to take stock of the house and the still too numerous belongings, sift through, clean up and organize.  I have no excuses now, there are few distractions.  I have a few months to make the belongings of this house moveable and shed unnecessary, little used items.  Change comes slowly and is not often noticed until it pounces on you, demanding submission.  It is so much simpler to drift along living in the moment, certainly a desirable state, but current times demand looking in the mirror, reality checks and revamping.  The quiet house is patient and the belongings beg for a place in the future.