Wednesday my friend Marta accompanied me to Santa Rosa to be present for the structural inspection of my new digs at 8824 Oakmont Dr. It all went pretty well. There were more than 40 pages of documents for me to sign. I paid little attention; my mind on where my furniture would go and what changes I would make to the garden and my disappointment that the house looked smaller than I remembered.
Yesterday as I accompanied the wonderful movers with three fourths of my furniture to the storage place. The stagers, Ike and her sister, my friend Jan, remained here and transformed the patio. It looks stunning, doesn't it, even though it does not say me.
I remind myself tenderly it is not supposed to say ME any more.
I was only 33 when we bought this house so now its probably Bonnie weary of my expressing myself here for 49 years.
Time to invent a new life and a new yard and a new identity. I just hope the excitement of that task replaces the empy spaces in my heart.