No more keys!

The packing is done - everything is packed and awaiting the movers. The bike is packed and awaiting the trip . We have said our farewells, which included a walk through the neighborhood and to the ocean. We are ready to go - we are anxious to be off. The 'kitchen' has been closed for a couple of days now as we ate down our supplies earlier this week. We have been savoring the tastes and treats from our local favorite restaurants.

While at dinner last night I noticed a patron at the next table. He had a set of keys dandling from his belt that was the size of my fist. I realized that I now only had one key on my person - my car key, and soon that would be given over to our friend that would be taking care of our cars during our trip, thus leaving me key-less. My apartment keys had been given to the owners of the apartment; George had the one remaining apartment key. This would be the first time I would be key-less since I was about 12, when I got my own house key. Now that was a day! How I longed to be entrusted with that key. It represented freedom to come and go, it signaled a step toward adulthood, it presented me with power. Now after 40 years of carrying keys - it is interesting that I view a lack of keys in much the same way. Having no keys represents freedom, the feeling of being unencumbered; even if only for a few months. It is a wonderful feeling. Look Ma - no keys!

Ride On!
Jana