Five of my neighbors at the lofts are moving out this week and putting their units up for sale.
As I watch the boxes and furniture get loaded into U-Hauls, I wonder if my life will also be moving in a different direction anytime soon.
When the last mattress is strapped into place, one of the guys turns around and says, “Out of everything about living downtown, I’m going to miss hearing you play the piano the most.”
I laugh because the stuff I work on at home is practice and mostly full of mistakes.
Then I realize.
I can’t be moving on to the future if I haven’t made right what I have to fix in the present.