Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I visited my friend who is moving and therefore downsizing, and was thrilled with some of her things she gave me.  Everything in her place is dear to me, and a lot of it has a memory of when she acquired it, who gave it to her, or some other memory we share.  She is ready to let go of much of her possessions, and cheerful and generous.  I felt a little teary though she's moving much closer to me and I will see her more, I'm sure.  It's just that she has the most exquisite aesthetic sense and her place is like an art gallery, filled with treasures for the eye.  As she says, each of the objects has a soul.  Her soul is rich and deep, and it is, of course, she who is the treasure.  But I found myself a bit stunned as I left, and perhaps having more trouble with the transition than she herself is having.  I know she is wise and right, but the change is giving me a bit of trouble.  I'm not quite the Bodhisattva she is.