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Moved ... to Tears
June 8, 2009 - Phyllis Sigal
I remember the first time I saw the FOR SALE sign up in the yard next door.
I walked out of my house on a Saturday morning, and there it was.
My neighbor, Denise, was standing outside of her home that was now FOR SALE.
Excuse me!" I said incredulously. How could I not know this. Apologies were forthcoming ... "I didn't know the sign was going up so soon ... I wanted to tell you myself."
That's OK, I said, but ... you're leaving? It wasn't about not knowing ...it was about her leaving!
Well, yes, her husband got a "new job" ... blablablabla ... it's a "good thing" ... blablablabla ....
The prospective buyers came and went, and soon a SALE PENDING sign took the place of the FOR SALE appendage to the Realtor's sign.
Yes, that meant things were progressing. It's easy to be in denial when you don't want something to happen. And I didn't want Denise and her family to vacate the neighborhood.
You see, we were neighbors. We didn't hang out so much ... we had an occasional glass of wine. We watched Noodle, their dog, once when they were gone. I sent a plant when Denise was having surgery. Her kids came for dinner one night before Amanda babysat. We joined their friends and family for a surprise birthday party. They came to graduation parties. We chatted or waved from our respective front yards and porches.
But, we were neighbors. I knew that a nice family lived next door to me, and I'm hoping they felt the same. If they needed something, I'd be there, and I knew they would be there for me.
Then all of a sudden, on the eve of their departure, I noticed the sign said SOLD.
That's when it hit me.
And I was not so SOLD on the idea that they were leaving. But they left anyway. Darn it!
I wish you Godspeed, my neighbors.
Keep in touch. I'll miss knowing you are not right next door.
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