The Time Has Come: Eviction Notice
We must vacate our home as soon as possible so they can destroy it.
If you’ve been following our journey on Ripples, then you’ve probably seen this post with a video of what our apartment looks like, to preserve in memory the good life we had here. We’ve really made it our home while we’ve been in Fayetteville, and it’s the first clean, truly good place we’ve lived in during our 5-year marriage. I guess that’s why I’m crying my eyes out at the moment and can hardly see the screen…
Moving out is one thing; we expected that to happen sometime in April or May. But receiving notice in January with the knowledge that our beautiful apartment will not even exist afterwards is more difficult. Gone will be the trees we decorated, the view of the mountains, the woodpecker holes and the ground hog burrows. The possum won’t be able to climb its tree, the tufted titmouse will lose its perch, the wildlife won’t have a food or water source here any longer, and the squirrels nesting above our bedroom will be evicted too, hopefully not injured.
What a terrible, awful day.
But we knew it was coming. I just didn’t expect to attempt moving right in the middle of teaching an online capacity building course for youth in non-profits worldwide (221 people applied) and so soon after my 26th birthday on March 7th, and in the middle of spring holiday cookie sales (where will I bake your cookie orders now?).
But the sun is shining and the cats are sleeping, with no idea that their little beds on our large bookshelf won’t be around anymore. I’ve never felt the importance of Buddhist non-attachment stronger than today. Too bad I’m not unattached to comfortable homes, plants, trees, and animals. We’re trying to get rid of as much as possible, taking only ourselves, the cats, 2 bikes, a bed, a small couch, a bureau, a hope chest, storage stairs, a hamper, a small bookshelf, and a Tibetan rug. We weren’t expecting to have to leave this suddenly…