Half of my things are packed up in boxes, sitting in the dining room. My staging area for the next stage.
Nine boxes are sealed and ready for shipping, marked with my name, From and To, to a place I've never lived, but will soon. A place I haven't lived for a long time, but is a stable backup, should things go wrong.
It feels strange. Compartmentalizing my possessions, discarding, with such precision, and focus, and finality. I feel better and calmer to have things done and moving along. But it's strange and unsettling, and I'm not sure how I'll feel tomorrow.
Posted by thevieve at August 10, 2008 5:23 PM