I sold the ’99 Honda Civic, and after I handed over its key the only one left on my ring is my house key.
I left the church keys on the desk on my way out. The church cabinet keys I forgot about I returned to Krista over coffee on Tuesday. The car key was the biggest, the heaviest one anchoring us to the life we’ve grown these past eight years, and now it’s gone.
I keep having these little moments of panic when the lightness of the key ring catches my attention and I suddenly believe I’ve left it behind on some convenience store counter or locked inside the house. Then I put my hand in my pocket and breathe a sigh of relief.
New keys are coming. I’m eager for them. Still, I’m going to enjoy a day with only one key.