Goodbye 10 East Main

We were selling the building that once had housed my beloved coffee shop/bakery, BaklaJava.  Although I knew in my heart my time had passed for that adventure, I still felt melancholy closing the door for good.  As long as we owned the building, the possibility remained that I could do it again … if I wanted.

I hadn’t asked for time off to go to the closing, but it turned out I wasn’t working the scheduled day.  I asked my husband a couple of times if he needed me there, he said no, not really.  But that morning it was raining, precluding my usual walk on the track, so I decided to go along.

We stopped for gas along the way and my husband pumped.  He leaned into the car saying, “you like numbers, look at this.”  He had pumped 13.331 gallons of gas for a price of $33.31.   I am accustomed to the Universe communicating with me with numbers but this one was new on me.  I texted my psychic sister to ask what the numbers might mean.  Decision number, she said, could direct to completion.  I felt a message myself:  Pay attention!

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As we drove to the lawyer’s office, I felt a sadness creeping up in my chest that I hadn’t expected.  I’ve learned to let these feelings rise up, feel them fully and release rather than allow such to hang around and sneak up on me in unexpected ways.  The heaviness radiated, deepening as we approached the lawyer’s office.

We were last to enter the conference room, and I was surprised to see a younger man than I expected plus a couple I knew of in our area but did not know personally.  It turned out the three of them were together in the new venture, which would be a café of sorts.  Someone mentioned BaklaJava and the buyer’s attorney asked if it had been mine.  I solemnly nodded, yes.

I missed the entire business of signing over the building between my husband and the various attorneys and title insurer as I talked with the new owners about their plans.  I became filled with memories of the love and passion I had for that place, the sights, sounds, smells, the kids who worked with me, the customers who loved my then home away from home.  My heart lifted as the to-be café owners expressed appreciation for my former business and invited me to share in brainstorming and offer advice.   kevin2

The connections continued.  It turned out the three are musicians who play together and would be playing a Prince tribute in the coming month.  Would I like to come to a party?  Julie, the woman in the group is a doctor who’s also a writer with a published memoir.  The Universe said this isn’t an ending, but a pathway to something new and possibly wonderful.

I hugged the new building owner, wishing him all the best and offering any assistance to help assure his success.  As I was leaving, Julie said, “Don’t worry, it’s in good hands.”  No doubt.  And so am I.


One thought on “Goodbye 10 East Main”

  1. Betsy, I loved reading this. I have such fond memories of working with you at BaklaJava! You poured your soul into that business and it showed!

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