We’re at T- minus five days until the move.
I’ve collected seventeen garden bags of stuff given to charity,
given away a dining suite, sofa, chairs desk, table and more assorted furniture.
Taken one load to the storage unit and there’s at least one more trip before everything is tucked neatly away.
The walls are denuded, some rooms are bare.
Curtains are packed away, the garbage and recycling cans are overflowing.
My back is aching and I’m bone weary. There is no rest on my days off, there’s too much to do.
But I need to keep moving, keep wrapping, and sealing boxes.
If I stop I will have time to think,
to feel the wrenching pain of putting a dream long-lost away for good.
These rooms are filled with memories- of birthday parties, and Christmas trees, Easter egg hunts, and a Halloween haunted garage.
Loud basketball games on the driveway, playing catch in the grass. Riding scooters and bikes down the hill. And hot summer days splashing in the community pool.
Sidewalks for skating, and backyards for playing hide and seek. Trees for climbing and streets wide enough for kickball and football games.
My dream was to provide my kids with a neighborhood- a place where they could wander and play with friends. That was my gift to fill their childhood with great memories.
Now it’s time to pursue a different dream- this one is for me. City life for a change.