Gemotions

The first thing that caught Michael’s eye was the photo of the weeping willow in the front yard. He’d spent countless hours as a child, swinging from its branches. He was browsing online, catching up with friends, when he saw the listing for his old house. 10 Pine Avenue. He hadn't thought about it in years.

He scrolled through the pictures, the images sparking a rush of memories. The swing set in the back yard. The basketball hoop above the garage. The treehouse he and his friends had built. He smiled. He remembered the feeling of freedom.

He had built a good life for himself. He had a great partner, a fulfilling career, and a comfortable home. His current life was something he loved. He closed the browser, a quiet sense of calm settling over him. He felt as if everything was as it should be.