When stolen lived here she and I both had our own parking spots in front of the house. Nothing formal, just spots we had fallen into parking.

It became common for me to glance out the kitchen window and see The Cube in her spot. There was a reassurance when I would see it, know that she was here.

Other times I would unintentionally look out the window to see if she was home yet from work.

After she moved out and my eyes wandered to that kitchen window, I’d feel a tug at my heart strings seeing that void, that empty spot.

Over the last few days I’ve started parking where she once did because that’s the better spot. I’m still getting used to seeing my truck there because it feels unnatural.

But it’s a shift into that new normal.

#confessional