I had nightmares about leaving this house: selling it, wondering how someone else changed it, being locked out. We’ve lived here since it was built in 1983.
We placed an offer on a condo closer to the heart of Santa Fe. Soon, my old dream could come true. After so long getting rid of
stuff, it would make sense to occupy less space.
Changing a snail mail address: great tedium. Learning anew to drive home by instinct. (I’d want carefully to avoid the old ’hood for awhile, maybe, to keep my eyes dry.)
I reckon it’d be hard for Kitty Hippy, too. She wouldn’t have a garage all to herself at night. She’d have to sleep in the house while we’d be shut up in the bedroom. Behind a closed door, safe from her breaking our sleep.
No red slippers. Just thoughts of
home. We’d take our hearts along for the ride.