Lately I have been thinking about the concept of leave taking.
How did these two words become joined in the notion of taking
leave? We have been engaged in numerous rituals of leave taking:
saying our goodbyes with good friends over good food; going out
for a drink or two; having a final cup of coffee together; and
just stopping by to say goodbye.
Leave taking has a more materialistic component also. Should I
take or leave these clothes, these books, these trinkets, these
pictures/paintings, and these shoes. Taking them with us to a
new setting or leaving them behind.
We have had the requisite garage sale, which was surprisingly
successful. We still had stuff to dispose of and in the end we
simply put it on the curb and watched it walk. Even the trash
bag containing worn, torn, and tattered bits of clothes walked.
I was reminded of a friend who described neighborhood garage
sales as places where neighbors exchanged trash. One person’s
trash is another’s treasure.
We are down to the bare bones. We are not returning with as
much as we brought. We brought an older dog who died here and
we are leaving with two new puppies and two rescued cats. These
four combined are smaller than the dog we brought. There was no
sense even mentioning the word “leave” when it came to pets.
Leaving with less than we originally took. Makes sense.