It's not quite noon and the house will be quiet for a few more minutes; my mother and stepfather will be out of church soon and asking me if I'm ready to go, my dad and brother will be back from their errand, and my teeny-bopper sister will be awakened from her mid-morning nap. Once my family begins to build momentum for the day I'll have to start making phone calls to let people know that things are in motion.
I am leaving so much stuff - just STUFF - behind at my parents' houses. I've been downsizing and downsizing my wardrobe (which got surprisingly big with two bedrooms to grow in) and I'm afraid I still have way too much packed. I probably do, it's in my genes. You should see my father's mother when she packs for a week-long vacation out of state. You'd think by the size of her multiple bags she's going to clothe all the needy in a fifty-mile radius and still have a different outfit for every day.
It's weird - it's been five years since I've had to live in just one room, never mind share that one room with two other people. I am ripping up pieces of myself from both houses, uniting items that for some reason have never come together just because of the way my life worked. Now...I'll have one place to come home to, one bed to sleep in, one desk to do my homework at...I can't wait to remember what that feels like.
People are starting to move around the house again; time to keep moving with them. The earlier we gather that momentum the earlier I get settled into my new home.
I like that: settled into my new home. Singular.
I am leaving so much stuff - just STUFF - behind at my parents' houses. I've been downsizing and downsizing my wardrobe (which got surprisingly big with two bedrooms to grow in) and I'm afraid I still have way too much packed. I probably do, it's in my genes. You should see my father's mother when she packs for a week-long vacation out of state. You'd think by the size of her multiple bags she's going to clothe all the needy in a fifty-mile radius and still have a different outfit for every day.
It's weird - it's been five years since I've had to live in just one room, never mind share that one room with two other people. I am ripping up pieces of myself from both houses, uniting items that for some reason have never come together just because of the way my life worked. Now...I'll have one place to come home to, one bed to sleep in, one desk to do my homework at...I can't wait to remember what that feels like.
People are starting to move around the house again; time to keep moving with them. The earlier we gather that momentum the earlier I get settled into my new home.
I like that: settled into my new home. Singular.
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