Moving to a new household — so many choices.
Where does the heavy cooking pot go, or shall I give it wings? What about this perfect stack of porcelain, this whisk of all whisks? Where exactly will I sleep, dress, brush my teeth?
Am I alone on this journey?
Not in the least. Change, my faithful life partner, is visiting. Encouraging, hovering, sometimes demanding attention.
And yes, tapping gently on my heart.
How will this go? Will we remain friends, speak often, solve matters of love in an evolving, satisfying way?
Will we grow together, stroll into the sunset, die happy?