3 weeks from tomorrow and we will be leaving Wyoming...it seems surreal. It's a bittersweet beginning. I am leaving friends that I love dearly. Leaving the mountains. Leaving this wide-open land. But, I am gaining new life. New birth. New growth. New everything.
Here it is 3 weeks before the move (which was a surprise to us...we thought we had 2 months as of three days ago) and the house is filled with stuff. I took the big curbside garbage container into the laundry room/pantry and nearly filled it with junk tonight. Containers...why in the world do I always think I need so many containers? What am I planning on containing?
I emptied my sewing desk and boxed up more books. Yesterday I cleaned out my bedroom closet and boxed up more books, papers, clothing, and miscellaneous stuff. Sometimes I wish I could get rid of some of this stuff, but what would I do with out my folding cat-eye magnifying glasses on a necklace? Probably the same thing I do everyday that they sit in a drawer in my bedroom waiting for my eyes to go bad...move on with my life without them. Somehow they are necessary and it is proven by the fact that they have been with me since I was about 19.
The children are slowly emptying their rooms into boxes...sorting, sifting, weighing the worth of their stuff...Sorting and weighing the stuff of our lives and realizing that this stuff is nothing, but yet it feels like something. I keep having to remind myself that we are moving into a 980 square foot house...we will need all the space we can get. I need to stop thinking of this stuff as important. I need to see it for what it is...stuff.
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