The painting here, done by my friend Dennis A., is getting to be a favorite. It is of a woman with two wee boys, one under each arm, about to exit the corner, poised for flight. It’s me, down to the fly away hair and the nonchalant expression.
Nonchalance huh? So am excited? You bet I am. Not even the endless job transition, packing and sorting, and wrapping stuff up can dissuade me—I have got to go! It’s just a question of logistics.
All my weekends this month are devoted to packing, mostly deciding what to keep and what to let go. The younger me used to agonize over possessions. Ahh… but that was ages and ages ago. Now, I find it quite easy to part with my worldly goods. They are, after all, replaceable.
They say home is where the heart is, and so by that reasoning, my home goes wherever I go. And so it goes, beating and throbbing and humming with a new rhythm.
See you all on the flip side.