As we get ready to pass on an old house (built in 1929) and relatively new garden (we've been here 22 years) to the next owners, I'm happy and wistful. We accepted an offer last weekend, so it's now "contract pending."
My dad, not a sentimental sort, reminded me this morning via email of Robert McCloskey's words in The Time of Wonder, "a little bit sad about the place you are leaving, a little bit glad about the place you are going" (he remembered: happy about the place you’re going to, sad about the place you’re leaving.)
My mother often read that book to my sister and me, along with his other books.
I've thought about that phrase a lot over the last couple of months.
She's been gone for a long time, now, sadly, and wasn't married to my dad for quite a long time before that, but I still have the book.
I'm glad about the place I'm going to, but still a little bit sad about the place I'm leaving.