Gemotions

A sigh, soft as a feather, escaped Mark’s lips as he saw the listing. The virtual tour allowed him to walk through the rooms he hadn't seen in decades. The layout was just as he remembered, though the wallpaper in the living room was gone. His hand instinctively reached up and rubbed his chin, a smile creeping across his face.

He remembered the old, creaky floorboards of his bedroom. The listing price was more than he would have predicted. He thought about the work he'd done, the places he'd been, the life he had. The house was a place, not a person or a feeling.

His shoulders relaxed. The world seemed bright, and the future seemed full. The house was someone else's problem now.