  my parents moved out of my childhood home today. i don't have a wholly formed idea of what this actually means to me. thoughts like "i will never go there again" or "where will i sleep when i visit" or "the flowers and birds and trees and the pasture were really beautiful the last time i was there" or "remember when it snowed" puntacted the day's otherwise normal proceedings. knowing this event is happening without me made today feel like when terrosists fly planes into buildings. more on this later... 
