The music is brighter here.
All the boxes are unpacked, and everything is place. We now have half the cars and half the living space we had just half a year ago.
The decisions came easier the more we made them together. The burdens vanished.
It seems we’d figured it out. Life is for living.
He never sat me down and said, I am no longer writing.
Instead of checking emails or coming here to our writing place, he set up the new space for his guitar and music stand. His fingers nanced about the strings and beauty filled our new space.
I heard it in the notes and the way he played them.
Just days after moving in, he told me, I am so happy.
I knew he was not long for this writing world.
The renovating and the packing prevented me from doing much else.
Preparing a house for sale is tiresome. We had not the interest in our 1,400 square feet in some time, and now we had to make it our grand priority.
I was not writing.
My energy came from knowing that we would be moving out and moving on.
And so it has come to this day just one week after we had moved in.
I decided that it was time for me to explore other genres and styles of writing.
We talked, and he said, It is ok.
And so we will be living The Great Jollyhoombah and not writing about it. We will still talk to squirrels and walk a good deal of our days away.
I will think about everyone we have met, as will he.
If we have made a day a little brighter or caused a smile, it has all been worth it.
We loved getting to know you.
It is far from our style to tell anyone how to live a life, but do live it.
For a long time, we didn’t. We sat. We reacted. We grumbled.
And one day, and then the next, and the one after that, we chose love. We chose fun.
We want to thank each and every one of you who has taken time out of your day to read our zany words. We will be forever changed in the very best of ways for sharing this time with you.