November 26, 2005
Migration
Funny how no matter how many times one moves, the essence of moving never changes. My life, in a box. Here it is. More craft supplies than I am willing to admit to, boxes of photographs, my daughter's stuffed animals, CDs, linens, crock pots that have never been used.
Now is when the real idea hits. What we are actually doing. The breadth of it, the weight of it - literally. I have packed all but two CDs: REM's Reckoning and Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes, which I am alternating as I pack. The more I load into boxes, the less I want to bring with us. I have twelve boxes of books, and two large boxes of framed photographs, pillows, and craft supplies. Fourteen boxes, and it barely looks as though I've even started. HOW DID I ACCUMULATE SO MUCH SHIT? I just want to move us, ourselves, and that's it. Start from scratch. Here's me, here's my daughter, take us or leave us. Oh, and we've got some clothes. Maybe some toys and books for her. Couple of toothbrushes. Some menstrual supplies. Picture of my mother. Here we are.
You ready?
Posted by stephanie at November 26, 2005 02:58 PMJust wait until you and Greg have been living together for going on ten years. Then we'll talk about crap accumulation. ;-)
Posted by: Tracey at November 27, 2005 03:24 PMI've moved along in this order, Rockford, Iowa City, Rockford, Southern Georgia, Rockford, Chicago Suburbs, Milwaukee Suburbs, Syracuse NY, and now, finally my 3rd apartment in DC. I know ALL ABOUT the accumulation, and trying to minimalize your lifestyle. Hell, I just moved fully as of Monday of this week, and I am still deciding what to pitch. It'd be great if we could all just live out of backpacks. But then what would we cling on to?
Posted by: Brandi at November 30, 2005 09:10 PM