You say goodbye and I say hello

The house is totally empty of contents. The red oak floors are bare and I look into the space at all of the little details that soon I will not notice. I take a moment to meditate in the big space. The movers will be coming soon and boxes and furniture and art will soon full up this space. But right now, it is quiet and I am alone with my dog, Goldie, and I am taking in the space- the sliding glass door from the dining room to the patio, the “portabella’ color on the walls, the solid double pane windows, the old white cabinets in the kitchen and linoleum floor, the dated color tiles in the bathrooms. A contrast of old and new.
I am entering a space where two women grew up with their parents for over 30 years. The agent had asked me to not enter the house until after the closing so they could say goodbye. I honored that. Both their parents died in retirement centers about a year after they moved out. Now I am entering what was their world. I notice the gate that let the neighbors into the back yard to use the pool after they had health problems. The drawer of accumulated warranty papers from old appliances -organized and neatly arranged- suggested an engineer type. The high workbench in the garage suggested a tall man. The self-made pull out drawers lvoingly made for his wife in the kitchen. The neatly arranged flower beds of hydrangea and roses, strawberries, and raspberries suggested a woman who paid attention. All these details reflected the life of people who once lived here. Obviously a life of love, and pride of ownership. I hope to continue that tradition as I live out my life here and I plan to keep the gate open, too, so the neighbors can use the pool.
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