They, for the most part, were curious about me and asked lots of questions, which I gladly answered. In turn, the guests also shared intimate stories of their own lives. There were tears, and hugs and laughter too. It was my pleasure to serve my guests, to conjure up delicious meals to tantalize their taste buds and to plan fabulous breakfasts they would not forget too soon.
I will miss the camaraderie of the folks at the bed and breakfast. For the socialization aspect, I will have to seek an alternative of some sort. There may be dance lessons soon and I would be taking those for sure, since ballroom dancing is my favourite social activity. There is the Pioneer club, another name for seniors. The club accepts members as young as 55, so I will easily qualify. I could join the choir now, or the little theatre, or even do some instructing in my government inspiected kitchen. A taste of home cooking taught to the young who are just venturing into more savoury meals. Possibly soap making classes or aromatherapy or herbalism….there are so many wonderful things to share.
The first water cooler went today, and the second will leave tomorrow along with one microwave. I am giving that microwave to a needy person, a grandmother who has become sober and gained custody of her granddaughter because her own daughter is not currently a fit mother. They want the microwave and I am happy to donate it to them. I am sure it won't be the first or last item that is given to the needy.
Still, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness for the end of a dream. Now it will be full time farming and sewing and candle making, and soap making and, and, and…
And so it begins.