I am moving. Â I don’t think I’ve blogged about all the reasons but, once I’m settled, I will be sure to let you know. Â Suffice it to say that this year has brought MANY changes. Â This will not be the hardest to get used to.
I am moving into my mother’s house. Â Into her and dad’s old room. Â He is ecstatic. Â And in all honesty, so am I. I have this irrational need to care for him in a way that I never have before. The feeling is comparable to what I feel for the frog princess.
I am moving…tomorrow! Â Why, you ask? Well, my dad is going to be traveling and he would like me to be settled in before he goes. Â He seems to think that he is the only one capable of helping me do this. Â I won’t spoil it for him by telling him that I am 30+ years old and contrary to popular belief, pretty self sufficient. He doesn’t understand what’s been taking me so long to get myself together. Â Nevermind the turmoil and upsidedownness that my life is currently experiencing.
He told me yesterday he doesn’t understand what the big deal is. That he can have me packed in 8 hours. What’s the problem? Â I tried to explain it but, it’s difficult to explain to a man (and my father) that it’s all about the little things. Â The random papers I’ve stashed in the entertainment center. Â The drawers and cabinets that I don’t quite need but find a way to fill nonetheless. Â The stash of Lord-knows-what in the guest closet. Â The cabinets in the laundry room. Â I could go on and on and on.
Our lives might have big things in them (the sofa, the bed, the bookcases, the desk) but ultimately, it’s the little things that make up the majority of what you “have” and what fills your world. Â I think houses are a metaphor for life. Â Moving. Changing. Â And when we are ready to move on, we look back and realize that it’s the little things that have taken up much of our time and space. Â And probably that which brings us the most joy.
Now if you’ll excuse me. Â I think I’ll stop procrastinating and start packing…something.