He's Gone

Alan's gone. His stuff has all been removed from my home and he's found a new place to live.

I called him tonight on my way home from work and asked if I might pop over to see his new digs. He was happy to have a visitor. I brought some take-out chicken with me for dinner and we ate. He has no table, no dishes, no cutlery. We ate with our hands like a pair of Neanderthals. Chicken, chips, and coleslaw. The coleslaw was a bit messy.

I feel a little guilty for suggesting he find a home of his own. He wasn't at all upset at the time and he's still OK with it, but I realise he'll have so much to buy, so much to do to get settled again. It'll be a lot of work. And I'm sorry I tossed him out.

Well, I didn't really toss him out, did I Ms J? I mean, he'd been here for five months. It was time to move forward with his Life. It was time. And he needed a little push, a gentle push forward. Don't you agree?

It seemed to happen so quickly after I suggested he "spread his wings." I wish now he'd waited until spring. I wonder if he thought I wanted him out immediately? I don't think so. At least I certainly hope not.

I believe it was the right thing to happen. I believe it was the right thing for both of us.

Don't you agree, Ms Journal?

I think so. I really do.

Don't you?

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