Our favorite television character, Sheldon Cooper of the Big Bang Theory, says: “They say change is good. But it never is.”
Sheldon tends to look at things in black or white so I don’t agree with him all the time but there’s been a change in our neighborhood recently that made me think of him.
The food bank at the church next door has recently moved.
We happened to be leaving our house early on the day of the move. I saw bins and baskets being stacked in cars. Shelving was dismantled and trucked. Folding tables were put into vans. The food bank equipment was going to its new home. It made me sad. Surprisingly so.
I had happily volunteered at the food bank for three years. Our group did the set-up work. We filled the bins and baskets with bags, stacked the shelves with pantry-goods, stuffed the fridge with produce and dairy products.
The food bank clients would come in the following day and gather their needs.
There was a routine. A pattern. A ritual. A comfort level. Sheldon would have loved it. I did, too.
Yes, I know the food bank needed to move to a new space and I know it’s still doing its good work.
But I miss having that regular, reliable, routine stuff going on next door to me every week.
For better or worse, change happens.