Moving… April 30, 2008

So far, I have been doing pretty well with the move. Which considering I’m pregnant, is pretty good! I’m sure I’ll be much crazier after the baby comes, so it is good we are moving now. Anyway, it is odd saying goodbye to people. More than anything, it feels like we are getting ready to leave on a long vacation; it is all rather nostalgic.

The reality sets in in waves. Last night, one of those waves washed in when I started packing up the kitchen. Later I told my husband that putting spices and plates away in boxes made me feel kind of sad. He gave me the strangest look, because I’ve been seeing friends for the last time all week long, and every day he asks how it was, how I’m doing, and my answer’s always the same. “I’m fine. We had a great time!”

But there is something so permanent about packing up a kitchen. There can be no chairs, no tables, no beds, in a house, but so long as there is something in the cupboards, then someone still lives there. Packing a kitchen means you really are moving…

So my kitchen is half packed, and yes, we really are moving. It is a strange process, especially when you have lived in one state for so many years, but I can’t wait to get on the road and to our new house. I’m sure I will be loaded with stories about my first fly-cockroach encounters, and the overwhelming presence of trees and grass, and things that are truly green, instead of a couple shades off of brown.

Forgive me for my absence, I’ll be back when I have time, Salud! H