Are You Sure?

I’ve moved into three houses in the last, oh, eight months and it’s taught me a few things. The first thing I’ve learned is patience. People work on their own schedules and they often don’t coincide with my own. That’s fine for them, I suppose, but it makes me crazy nonetheless. The other bit of education is that in each jump I find myself further removed from The 1912 House™ and everything that entails. Yeah, everything.

The phone rang at lunchtime and the caller asked me if I was sure I wanted to file papers to drive the final nail in the life I once held dear. What do you say to something like that? How do you tell someone who you once thought of as the be-all and end-all that it has actually ended. And should you do that while you’re waiting in the queue at the drive thru behind the burrito shop? My friends, that discussion at that moment in that place perfectly encapsulated my life right now and “awkward” is the only way to describe it. Oh, “harried” fits too. How about “tumultuous?” You pick.

Haven’t answered the question though, have I?

Yes, I’m sure. Saddened (once again), but sure. It’s time.

Your pal,

bob

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