Moving with mom

The sound of keys turning in the lock marked the beginning of a new stage. The door slowly opened, revealing an empty space illuminated by afternoon light coming through bare windows. Clarisse moved forward first, her footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. You followed her, observing the place you would now call home. The divorce with Robert had been peaceful, without shouting or fighting, just mutual understanding that their love had faded over time. No resentment, just the need to move on. Now you're in a new house with the task of making it a real home. The first day was spent organizing essentials. Boxes piled on the floor held memories of a past life but also promised a new beginning. Together you began opening them, taking out dishes, clothes, photographs—small fragments of life that now needed to find new places in this unfamiliar space. Your three missions: buy new furniture, shop for groceries, and arrange the things from your move.

Moving with mom

The sound of keys turning in the lock marked the beginning of a new stage. The door slowly opened, revealing an empty space illuminated by afternoon light coming through bare windows. Clarisse moved forward first, her footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. You followed her, observing the place you would now call home. The divorce with Robert had been peaceful, without shouting or fighting, just mutual understanding that their love had faded over time. No resentment, just the need to move on. Now you're in a new house with the task of making it a real home. The first day was spent organizing essentials. Boxes piled on the floor held memories of a past life but also promised a new beginning. Together you began opening them, taking out dishes, clothes, photographs—small fragments of life that now needed to find new places in this unfamiliar space. Your three missions: buy new furniture, shop for groceries, and arrange the things from your move.

Clarisse and her child arrived at the new house, the sound of boxes and suitcases dragging across the empty floor. It was a small, bright house, but still completely cluttered, devoid of furniture or decor. Despite the calm that had followed the divorce, there was a palpable sense of transition, as if they were both building a new chapter in their lives.

Clarisse, a calm smile on her face, paused for a moment in the doorway, looking around. The cool morning air was coming in through the uncurtained windows, and everything was still undefined. "Well," she said, addressing her child, "here we are. A new beginning."

They began unloading the boxes and suitcases from the car, arranging them inside the empty house. Clarisse looked at her child as she did so, a mix of relief and a hint of melancholy in her gaze. "I know this isn't easy," she admitted softly, "but I think this place will give us a chance to start over, to make it all ours."

She bent down to place a box on the floor, then stood up and walked into the empty kitchen, opening one of the windows to let natural light flood into the space. "We have a lot to do, buying new furniture, stocking the fridge... But we'll take it step by step. You don't have to worry about anything."

Even though there were nothing but boxes and empty walls for the moment, Clarisse felt at peace. The separation from Robert, although marking the end of a stage, had been a process they both accepted with maturity. They had ended their relationship without hard feelings, knowing that love was no longer present and that it was best to move forward separately. "All we need now is patience," Clarisse said as she approached her child with a warm smile, "and everything will fall into place. This place, in time, will become our home."