Nothing is permanent – not even the universe. It is merely a matter of time-scale.
We are all just passing through. That was brought home to me by our house moving.
We lived in our old house for thirty years. We put in our alterations and improvements, decorated and adorned, and then we left and moved on. I hope we left it better than it was.
Thirty years seems a long time but that house was three hundred years old. We bought it. We paid off the mortgage and owned it. Yet we did not really own it at all. We merely borrowed it for a tenth of its life. We were just passing through.
Somebody else is living in our old house. It is hard to imagine them there. It felt like our home.
Our new house is being made into a home. We have brought all our things with us. We have placed the furniture, put up the photos and pictures, put the…
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