Leaving the House on 4th Avenue

I'm a little sad from yesterday.
Life goes on.
My brother-in-law Matt moved out of the house on 4th Avenue, where he had lived with my sister Yolanda.
It is a liberation of Matt, Yolanda, and myself.
That house was the first place I lived here in San Francisco, with Yo and roommates.
She moved out for a few years to an apartment a block away (I rented the apartment beneath her for a couple years); Matt moved in with her there and then they moved back to the house on 4th Avenue, where they stayed until Yo passed, and Matt remained until now.
When I drove away on Balboa Street I felt the importance of the fact that it was the last time I was driving home from visiting family there.
It ends a line of personal history and we all can move on now.

There is also a gap.