So Long, Joyce

The last time neighbor Joyce was with all the neighbors was at the Fourth of July celebration. We all hugged her, knowing we wouldn’t see her regularly again. We lived on this street together for about 10 years.

Joyce’s final moving day was spent steadily cleaning and getting the last of her things into her car. Lise and I were hours away, visiting with grandson (and nephew) Nathaniel. Joyce sat in my house for an hour or so, I think, while the last POD storage container was moved. She texted me a very amusing note, as if she were Goldilocks, looking around my house to choose which bed she wanted. I replied that she could choose any bed and we would make it work. She will be in this area of the state for several weeks, staying with friends and waiting to finalize the deal to buy a house far away, near one of her daughters. I will see her again during this time, but she vanished as my neighbor.

I had two final photos. She graciously agreed to let me take her picture with Lise after we had walked to the stop sign together for the last time. She would have been much more glamorous if she had been dressed for church.

She and Lise agreed to pose with one of the PODs, which lacked only the final items at this point.

16 thoughts on “So Long, Joyce

  1. losing a good neighbour can be a torment, especially wondering whether someone ad nice will move in her stead. But? There’s every chance you’ll end up making a new friend Anne as will whoever the lucky person who moves in will.

    Hugs

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  2. I miss friendly neighbours when they leave for greener pastures. Even though one keeps in touch and can still communicate, it is never the same. It’s a special relationship when they live close by.

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  3. I hope you have nice people move in. Sorry you had to see your neighbor and friend move away. I hope you can keep in touch and you do get to see her again.

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  4. That’s too bad Joyce is moving away, but it looks like she is making the best of her remaining time here with you and Lise. A fellow blogger moved from Connecticut to North Carolina about four years ago and they used this POD system to transport possessions from almost 50 years of marriage. She kept downsizing and downsizing so she could get as much into the POD as possible and minimal items in the car. Their daughter drove their car, so three in the car didn’t leave much room for extras.

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  5. I feel your emotion. My husband and I just had dinner at our former neighbors home in New York. It was weird sitting next-door to our old house, and I miss them so much more than I ever expected. Our new neighbors are very nice, but it’s not the same. There’s something precious about building history together…

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