Keep it Light

People are always telling you that change is a good thing. But all they’re really saying is that something you didn’t want to happen at all…has happened. My store is closing this week. I own a store. Did I ever tell you that? It’s a lovely store. And in a week it will be something really depressing. Like a baby gap. Soon it will just be a memory. In fact someone, some foolish person, will probably think it’s a tribute to this city. The way it keeps changing on you, or the way you can never count on it, or…something. I know, because that’s the sort of thing I’m always saying. But the truth is, I’m heartbroken. I feel as if a part of me has died, and my mother has died all over again. And no one…can ever make it right.