I got an email with a video attachment from my brother and his wife. It was called “going, going, gone.” I watched the video showing the house I grew up in, with all its happy memories, go down in just a few seconds. I sat there several moments waiting for it to hit me, waiting for me to break into tears, but nothing. I watched it crumble to the ground several times as I replayed the video and I really had no emotion about it.

I had known it was going to happen at some point. They were going to be building a grand (and I mean gorgeous) new house on top of the hill with that terrific view. I thought it was going to be a real emotional moment when it happened. But instead I was just really happy for them that they will be getting that long-awaited house.

It made me think of the job (that I actually liked) that I had left a decade ago. I thought, as I counted down the remaining days left, that it was going to be such an emotional walk from the office to the parking lot that last time. I wanted to tear up as I walked, I wanted to remember each step I took as I walked into a new life…….but nothing. It was like any other day. Maybe I hadn’t liked the job as well as I thought I did. Maybe it was just that it was time to move on, that something better was waiting for me (and it was) and so, too, it will be for them. Congratulations you guys!

Linda