It has begun. The dreaded process of packing up.
I have put this off as long as I could; packing is painful for me for a few reasons. The first reason is because it is a definite end to my life in Portland. I am really leaving this home, for good. It marks the end of my childhood, the end of my young adult life. This was the house where my babies grew up. This is the house where I grew up. This was my life for 25 years, and now it is ending. I am happy and sad about this. I will miss these walls, with their paint splatters and chips. I will miss these stairs, these doors. The second reason this is painful is because I am facing the reality that I am becoming my mother (I say this lovingly, I promise!). I hang onto A LOT of stuff. Most of this stuff is not necessary. It is crazy to what I thought I needed and what I have hung on to all of these years.Reyes Family Exodus, Part One. But a lot of stuff remained here from this picture. This is what it looks like currently:
|One box done.|
Pardon my mess -I am packing and moving, after all. This is permanent, so definite. I AM ACTUALLY DOING THIS. It is now real! After I finished the boxes, I started work on the bookshelf. Fortunately, I have a utility shelf that I found on Craigslist for free. It simply pops together and apart.
Nine more days to go. Nine more days to pack up the rest of my life and put it into my dad's trailer. What is worth keeping and what is worth letting go of? That is where I will be finding myself in the next week.