If one lives long enough, sometimes it’s very hard not to be sad. It doesn’t take a lot for something unrelated and in passing to trigger a memory of a thing once beloved and now gone. It also doesn’t take much for something unrelated and in passing to bring back a memory of something hurtful. The hurtful thing can be long past and no longer possible, but the “victim” must again gather up the soul and put everything in context. While that can be relatively easily resolved with a recollection of how it was resolved in the first place, sad moments based on a loss are not so easily washed away.
Early today some people in the apartment building were loading belongings into a moving truck. As they were doing so, a resident standing nearby waiting for a chance to move about his particular business commented something about how could anyone get so much stuff in a motel room? Well, it is an apartment house, but once one gets past a one year lease it’s month to month and apart from the kitchen area each unit has all the aspects of a motel unit. The presence of patio and community room suggest more; but individually speaking, the building feels somewhat like a motel. If someone had a house they liked, it’s not replaced.
Sometimes if someone really cares about something, it’s necessary to give it up to others. Many people would relate that principle to adult children who choose to leave home for good reason. That’s not the only circumstance where the idea is applicable. It’s common with pets. People get the animal, realize they can’t care for it properly so hope to give it to a good home. It’s also true of houses owned by people who can no longer maintain them and even smaller items that have a personal value of some sort. If one puts part of oneself into something, once it’s gone a part of one’s life is also gone with it.
“By their works ye shall know them.”
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