"This is right," I thought. The kind of right with the universe feeling I get when actions align with what is supposed to be.
Now we went and stood outside the garage and waited while they took off the old plates and put on the new ones. A clear demarcation. Out with the old, in with the new. I stood outside, not wanting to intrude on their space until they invited me to go back through the house on my way out.
"Goodbye basement" I said aloud to that space that once housed a cluttered tangle of bikes and work bench and garden tools. "Good bye kitchen," I said as I looked at this familiar kitchen, home of countless birthday cakes, Thanksgivings and treasured chats with my mother. Goodbye house, goodbye tree. Goodbye, goodbye. Be well. Be happy.