Good vacation. Good closure.

It’s hard to get closure sometimes. When I moved from New Jersey last spring, I kept imagining how my old house looked in the summer, with the roses on the path in bloom. In my mind’s eye I would see myself looking up from my glass work table at the old oak on the other side of the patio, daydreaming, watching the squirrels and the cardinals in the bird bath…But then I visited, and saw that it really wasn’t my house anymore. And that’s perfectly fine now.

And here on Long Beach Island. In the late 80’s and early 90’s, my ex-husband and I owned a house near to where I’m staying now. For the past 2 weeks I’ve had a perfectly framed living-room view of the street it was on, identifiable by a large structure (a war-time lookout post). One evening I decided that I wanted to take a look at my old house. And — it wasn’t there anymore. It had been torn down and replaced. And that, too, is perfectly fine now.

Maybe I just needed some time. Or age. Or wisdom. Whatever was required, I’m there now, at least on these two dwellings and what they represented.

And it’s also time to head back to Brevard, NC tomorrow with a stop in Chapel Hill to see Lauren and AJ. I’m looking forward to moving on.

2 Responses to "Time to Go"

  1. Jamie

    September 25, 2007

    So interesting, Sunny. When I returned to the first place I’d ever worked, Canada’s Wonderland, and it looked the same but felt different, I had an aha moment that for me it was about the people. Now I know it was even more than that, a certain time, a place, a moment in who I was. Knowing that you only get to experience each time and place as it happens is reminding me to really savour today. Thank you.

  2. sunny

    September 25, 2007

    Thank *you* Jamie. That is so beautifully expressed.

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