The Last Saturday

Early Saturday morning.

I have fed and cuddled the cat.

I am adding milk to my tea, it occurs to me.

This is my last Saturday in this building.

Next weekend, I will wake in my new flat.

I will make tea in my new kitchen,

I will have a different view,

from my breakfast table.

Change is hard for humans,

and cats.

Change is inevitable.

I won’t lie,

the moving part,

the thousands of,

moving pieces part,

it’s stressful.

I thought I would feel more,

nostalgic than I do.

I love the new place,

I stand in it,

and feel the good vibes,

it’s empty and I love it.

The light,

the buttercream colour.

I have lived in this building,

for thirty years,

many happy memories,

but lots of tension,

the downstairs neighbours,

are awful people,

every time I drop something,

I expect pounding on the ceiling,

When Georgie cries out,

he has a very high falsetto,

I worry about complaints,

I have lived with tension,

for years.

I am not an inconsiderate person,

I don’t walk in shoes,

I don’t do laundry after 7 pm,

I try.

I have also endured,

close to nine months of renovations,

upstairs.

So leaving, moving,

may be a colossal task,

but,

it is a worthwhile one.

I look forward to not being woken,

by fights at 6h00 am,

I look forward to peace.

Living in city flats,

built over 70 years ago,

you don’t expect silence,

or total quiet,

but I look forward,

to a little civility,

in my Saturday mornings.

Have a great one you all.

Stay safe, get vaccinated,

Later girls,

BB