Changes

Some things are just a given – you will always be older than your younger siblings, that copious quantities of red wine will result in, at minimum, a headache.
Likewise, where I live. My Other Half and I are renters, not movers. We shared his apartment for 11 years, and found this house (two blocks away). We’ve been here for over 20 years, and I am sure the owners thought they were going to have to will us to their children! Well, times change, and Vancouver is no longer my city of choice. Too noisy, crowded, crime-ridden and expensive. so, we were offered a sweet deal on Vancouver Island, in a wonderful, growing community with not a whole lot of people (their version of rush hour is regular Vancouver traffic).
Now for the packing, and, more importantly, pitching. Memories into the trash. Stuff that I “might” use someday – gone. If I haven’t used it in 2 years, out it goes. It’s painful.