We tackled our ongoing yard cleanup project, what with the departure of a few scrappers over the last month. There were little bits of automotive hose, and the odd paper coffee cup and a few bits of metal that rusted off an old truck. Like a treasure hunt, only not treasure.
I'd think about my house and the old neighbourhood. I hope my friends all get to like the new owners. I know it won't be the same. CuteStuff won't be able to fling himself out his front door and end up in our backyard anymore. No more ridiculously large pickup truck in the driveway. But who knows, maybe the impromptu summer chat time at the side of the road will continue, just with different accents.
It won't be the same. It can't be. Life never stays exactly the same.
Some of this is a total drag but it can mean happiness too...
And that right there is a whole lotta happy!