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And here we are back to doors again in The Sandbox Writing Challenge. This time Roberta Allen wants to know:

What is behind this door that you want?
Imagine having the key.
What is stopping you from opening the door?

I didn’t have to think long at all about this one. It would have been easy to say with retirement coming up I’d like to find a million bucks behind the door, but I MIGHT be afraid to open it because of all the taxes we’d have to pay on it. No wait! Once we’re 65 we can make as much as we want without being penalized, right???

PrincetonFurnishedApartmentLivingRoom1-368x277But that’s not what I thought of when I read the prompt. I knew immediately what was behind that door. It was exactly what should be there, a lovely little house or apartment. But not just anyone’s home, and not mine. It would be my son Brandon’s place. All of the furniture he has shoved in one bedroom here would be spread out and arranged. His wedding gifts — most of which his wife left here when she took off six years ago — would be in their proper place: microwave in the kitchen, bathroom decorated tastefully, etc., etc.

And most importantly there would be Bran, smiling and happy. He might have a wife, or more likely a dog. But the point is this would mean he had a full-time job and was capable of being independent. NOTHING in this world could please me more.

downloadBut then there’s the rub about the key. Thing is, I CAN’T turn the key in the lock. Only he can. And so until the day he’s able to find full-time work (hopefully in a job that involves one of his two degrees — psychology or criminal justice) that door is just going to have to remain shut while I dream on his behalf of what’s on the other side for him…

Make no mistake, however. This is actually a selfish dream. If it ever came true, Drolley and I would finally know what empty nest syndrome feels like! I don’t even allow myself to go to THAT door!


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