As I was getting dressed this morning -a little after 7 a.m., I heard some rumbling of trucks. I glanced out the front window to see the moving trucks pull up to my neighbors home. Tears filled my eyes.
These are my favorite neighbors. He is in his late 70s and she is in her mid 50s. They are genuinely nice, kind people. It’s not like John and I hung out with them – but they have been very supportive of John and I — hiring John’s company to put an addition on the back of their home and she was very supportive of helping me launch my first children’s book. She would also invite me over when her husband’s daughter was in town and we’d have a few drinks. Or on a warm day, I’d walk over just to chat with them if I saw them outside.
Because they are both retired I see them come and go during the day —I have a birds eye view from my studio window. Being home, most often alone in my writing studio, it made me feel safe and part of the world to see them leaving or returning. Or I’d see them outside during the day working on something.
Maybe it sounds strange to say they made me feel safe – but it’s true. I just liked knowing they were always there. All the other neighbors work outside their homes. I kept praying something would change – that they wouldn’t move. But alas, looks like that will not be the case. I realized today I must accept this change —that things will be fine. But I sure shall miss them. The new neighbor will be a single man who is not often home as he is a racer and is gone around the country racing often.
I kinda think I’m being a bit too sentimental about all this – but then I remind myself that being sentimental is a gift. I just only wish it could have persuaded them to stay. <GRIN>
