Moving

Leaving Texas in February we wore tee shirts, but were still hot. The movers just nine hours to pack all of our belonging--- things we'd taken years to collect and an archive of things left to us by relatives who collected years ago.

For months we have been giving things away and preparing for a move to a new life style but looking in the back of the moving van it still looked like too much stuff for four people. I wondered how much more we’d let go of when we got to our new house.

When our old house was packed we walked through the empty rooms as we said goodbye to memories that played in our minds. I remembered the tooth fairy’s visits in the boys’ room. I smiled at the bold walls colors we'd added to chase away the original bland of white walls. I remembered our Christmas tree from a few weeks ago, and trees from other years--- in each case the multi-colored lights flickered on a tree that was heavy with ornaments made over the years and received as gifts. In my mind I saw family and friends we'd welcomed to this house. In the back yard we'd planted gardens, placed a fountain and wind chimes.

This house held all sorts of memories, but today I enjoyed remembering just the happy ones and letting any struggles go.

Leaving town I drive through a flat landscape wondering what kind of adventure I’m undertaking. After living in one area all of my 50+ years I was ready to try something different and follow a dream.