It’s down to the wire, now, and everything I do and see in my neighborhood has that portent of “I may not do this ever again.”

If you scroll back to a little over a year ago, I blogged about the new Publix coming to a site near my house. Formerly an Albertsons, it was then notable for its self-checkout, for several years, the site of many a laugh. I was bemoaning the fact that I’d be gone, moved to California when the new store opened.

As it turned out, I didn’t marry that guy, didn’t make that move and shopped at that new Publix for more than a year.

But now, I’m going. I’m leaving behind a substantial part of my life, my past.

I remember the first time I saw this house, so bright and airy, so unusual. I had to have it, and I made wonderful memories here.