I'm moving this weekend.
Packing has stirred up all kinds of emotions and thoughts.
Sadness of course, excitement, frustration, anger.
Disbelief--I held on to that?
And, so that's where I put that damn thing.
How do you look ahead with energy and optimism, while giving your past its due props? I don't honestly know. I hope I can figure that out without losing my cool too much. Because I've found myself looking forward to my 4 hour dentist appointment tomorrow a hell of a lot more than closing the door on my house in a few days.
I spotted this doorway in PA last weekend.
My new address is somewhat--maybe only just!--more respectable.
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