that’s what you do when you move. you evaluate, you decide, you cull, and the surviving effects end up in labelled boxes. books. dvds. kitchen. on and on, until eventually you give up on specificity and items find themselves in bins called “just stuff” or “junk drawer” — after all, it belongs to you, so surely you’ll remember where you put your favorite [fill-in-the-blank], right?
it never fails to be unsettling, this moving experience. you never can pick up from one place and start again in another. it must interrupt your flow of life. there is no way around it, and that is actually healthy. if you walked out of one location only to find everything you owned and needed ready at another, where is the learning? what do you gain? how do you grow? because this is a chance to start over, to literally shake the dust off of your life and take another look at the staid things to which you’ve grown accustomed.
a lack of communication kept me away for a few days. sorry about that. election day came and went and the republicans somehow managed to storm every available gate in georgia. yes, i voted. no, not many of my candidates won. am i feeling like a bruised liberal? no, but i’m certainly leary of this shift of power. regime change is never pretty.
okay. time to get back to work. there are boxes to unpack full of books to organize on the shelves that i must rebuild in the new area i’ve never used, but the sunshine is filtering in nicely through the blinds…
