My birthday month got kicked to the curb. June was a month to be reckoned with! Packing and purging has nothing on the month of June. I didn’t choose dates, I believe you try to take what the world offers. Sold our home in four days and had less than a month to get out. Now I have planned for this moment, but the actuality is more. What you think you have versus what you actually have is quite shocking. You can be in denial all you want, but you still can’t fit a rectangle into a small round hole. You may want to drag your feet, but getting it done is unavoidable. There is no stopping, and rooms that you think are done always have something else.
I like to put like things together, nope. There are electronics with cutlery. There is food with shaving lotion, and I am sure there is a live plant somewhere and a container of butter… still not found. I am not unpacked, won’t be for a while. After the packing, came the cleaning, then the sadness. Didn’t really have time to be sad along the way, too busy. It was hubby’s fault, he said to meet at the house after I was done work and say goodbye. Each room has a story and a vision of our littles. Christmas time opening gifts, first steps, our dad’s. Younger versions of all of us, a twenty something couple making plans. A community we have been part of for so long. The handprints of the girls, I did not paint over. I wonder when the occupants will discover them?
The memories we can carry, we don’t need the box they were made in. They are not exclusively remembered there. They are transportable. Great file folder of the mind. 35 years of files, they can be recalled anywhere. Still went the wrong way to go home the last day. The memories are etched in pretty deep!
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