Our friends, Susan and Ben, recently sold their house, bought a new one and moved in record time. I was looking at Facebook tonight and noted a post from Susan about the movers arriving and unloading their stuff.
It made me think back to the summer of 2001 when I moved back to Maine to live with my then boyfriend, now husband. We live in a house that he bought from his great-aunt and uncle - a lovely older couple. They had been happily married for over 50 years and though they had no kids, had a whole lot of love. The house had a good energy to it that I suspect came from their presence here.
Anyway - I was living in Boston when my husband and I met. When we knew we wanted our relationship to last, I agreed to move to Maine. Two funny Italian-American men packed up my belongings in a big truck and headed north. We arrived before them and were too anxious to stay inside.
So, being a lovely summer' day - Rob and I pulled out two lawn chairs and sat in the shade of the garage bay - holding hands, watching the world go by, waiting for our new lives to begin.
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