Moving on is hard to do — whether from a lover, or a habit, or literally from one place to another. On the eve of my final day in my (now) former home PK and I decided to honor the difficulty of moving, in its many forms. We celebrated the good, the bad, and the mundane. Through the different seasons of life we may not physically take everything with us, but we do take our memories of the places and the people and the experiences. So we looked back one last time before moving, hopefully forward.
photo + direction: @grantspanier