The key to the highway

My only key

My only key

The adventure begins.

But before it could, I made a series of life-changing decisions. I left a company that bears my name. I retired from a forty-year career. I sold my house. I sold or donated most of my possessions, including my car, and stored the rest. I said goodbye (temporarily) to family and friends.

In 1967, psychiatrists Thomas Holmes and Richard Rahe developed a scale for stressful life events. All of the above are on the list.

I must remind myself that I willingly volunteered for this makeover.

For several weeks in a row, family and friends have treated me to a farewell tour of coffees, lunches, drinks and dinners, congratulating me on my retirement as well as my traveling plans. Someone jokingly suggested I delay the trip to milk the situation further.

The agency staff took me for a fun ride down Memory Lane (aka City Park Avenue, East Sycamore Street, Spruce Street, Park Street and Goodale Boulevard, all former locations in our history), and on a World Tour of Columbus.

After a fake send-off, complete with warm cans of beer and bowls of pork rinds, we boarded a shuttle bus for Barcelona in German Village and Marcella’s in the Short North. Back at the agency, my partners gave heartfelt tributes and unveiled a life-size cardboard cutout of me. The staff shared remembrances and good wishes in an e-book and played a recorded parody of Jackson Browne’s “The Load-Out/Stay.” They lined up for goodbye hugs and debated whether to have photos taken with my cutout or me.

With good friends like these, warm beer and pork rinds would have suited just fine.

My house sold in April. I camped in it for two more months, as the furniture began disappearing. Toward the end, I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor like a college student. Life comes full circle.

In June, I helped my son move his belongings out of his room. He lived in the house since age 10. We have memories of celebrating birthdays and holidays in the house. Of building a treehouse, of shooting hoops in the driveway. My daughter moved out a couple of years ago.

Moving day was more hectic than I planned, but I was somewhat relieved there was little time for melancholy. In truth, I feel a little more uneasy than I anticipated at no longer having a permanent residence.

My cat’s foster family set up an Instagram account for him. I can see from the photos Mac is beginning to settle into his temporary home and get comfortable with his new friend, Omar.

Affecting these changes required nearly two years of planning. However, I tried not to allow the details to distract me from celebrating this milestone in my life.

To read about my planning, please see a previous post, Clearing the decks.”

At the end of June, I relinquished the keys to my office. A few days later, I left my house keys behind for the new owners. Soon I will surrender the keys to my car. The only key left on my ring is to the storage locker. And, in a way, to whatever happens next.

I’m done saying goodbye. Time to say hello.

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3 Responses to The key to the highway

  1. thenexthalfinohio says:

    Time for new adventures, exploration, and the next phase of what life has in store for you. And to meet all the new people who will enrich your life.

    Most people cling to the known and comfortable. But your world will continue to grow and expand. That’s a rare opportunity.

    Teresa Powell Staats Sent from my iPhone

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  2. Donna T says:

    “The World is a book & those who do not travel read only one page” – St. Augustine
    Travel well Kirk and thanks for bringing us along! So happy for you.

  3. Barbara Ryan says:

    Piggy-backing onto what Donna and thenexthalfinohio said- and you will enrich the lives of those you will be meeting on this adventure Kirk- we can all attest to that! So excited for you and happy to be able to “go along” by reading your always engaging posts. Sending our love with you! Barb and Tom

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