Well, I move in less than 6 weeks. It's amazing how fast the time goes.
Most of my furniture has been claimed, along with some of my kitchen stuff.
The first of at least three goodbye parties is on Tuesday.
Since classes are over, I've been working more on the moving thing--going through the stuff that I've been hoarding for the last 10-15 years. It feels really good to be cutting the strings, in many ways, but it also means leaving part of me behind. I've found letters from old friends, pictures, books, journals, calendars.... all sorts of things that I really don't need, and really never intended to keep forever anyhow.
Why do I say that it means leaving part of me behind? It's not that I will forget any of these things. It's just that, when I look at the old pictures and read the notes from friends, I realize how our lives have moved on. I think that's a good thing, really. We've all "grown up" a bit, become more who we are and who God wants us to be.
Seeing the old photos and notes also reminds me of how blessed I have been, how I've always had friends who loved me, and whom I've loved. I feel very loved.
1 comment:
That's awesome. I remember how much of a pain moving is - but how freeing too, when there's a box and a skip, and it's a case of what goes where! My husband is a hoarder and part of me desperately wants to move, just to force him to throw some stuff away... I periodically force him to make decisions and throw things away (sometimes by packing it up in a box and telling him that if he hasn't opened it in 6 months, it goes!).
May God's peace go with you to your new home.
Robyn tssf
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