It's not just that everywhere I look there are boxes. There is a kind of ache for the safety of the life we have now, and the fact is that I am folding it away and sealing it into recycled cardboard, and sealing it with brown tape.
For me, there is the added layer in that I only unpacked this lot last August. But every book you place in there, every CD, every item of linen, or kitchen utensil has a place in ones personal history. And the rememberances are making me quite extraordinarily sad.
But I suppose those are the rules of packing your life up. It's a natural time for a little stock-taking. Unlike the boxes, my shelves are empty.
6 comments:
I don't understand the last line. . .
good luck beep. its always unsettling to start something new :-)
Yes, best of luck. And I'm sure you'll handle it.
Oh and I love the reflective picture...whatever it is :)
moving is a bitch, any way you slice it. best wishes with that
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