The Five County Shuffle
I've watched summer turn into fall and, typically, the fall is going to be short-lived this year. There's a chill in the air when I leave the house and when I arrive at the garage to unload. Last night, as I was packing up and loading the car, I was on the phone with Toni. I declared, "I don't want to leave here. I am going to miss this place so very much." Her response was brief and we didn't stay on that topic for long but this morning it has stayed with me. Because it's so much more profound than simply a place. It's home. I'm leaving my childhood home for what very well may be the final time. I am going to become a permanent resident of the metro Cleveland area. And while I've given most of my adulthood to this area, there most certainly is a profundity to it. I'm saying goodbye to many things. I wish...I wish that I had been able to sustain my presence in Columbiana, Ohio. I wish that it had continued to make sense, that I should stay, and let the years unfold, and eventually end up right there full-time. But I couldn't see a reason to stay. It doesn't make sense; not financially, not emotionally, in no way. But the thought of moving on makes me very nostalgic and sad, especially since I'm seeing the move progress with each carload I haul up to Cleveland.
Stll, the five county shuffle that I traverse each and every day has worn me terribly thin. I am tired. I'm more tired than usual and this is definitely a sleepy part of the year. Moving in slow motion seemed like a great idea at first but when you move yourself, well...it's hard. I'd rather be doing it this way than to impose on anyone else to help me. It's just taking the starch out of me. And when I first started piling things into the garage, I was trying for some semblance of organization. Now, I just pull up, unload, and take back off again. I can't make much sense out of it but eventually, when I'm set up inside, I will.
I hired a painter this week. We arrived at what I feel is a fair price. He's going to have me do the materials purchase, which is fine with me, but the question remains...when will I have time to do that? Sigh. I feel like a hummingbird. Right on the knife's edge of depletion because I'm flitting from one place to the next, responsible for keeping so many things in motion, and watching the days soar past as I prepare to settle back in at the place where I first began. It's insanity. Somehow I'll get everything done.
I've got a meeting this morning that I would gladly skip if only I could. In fact, I thought this morning about how easy it would to dash off a sub plan and get out of here. I can't do it, though. I'm going to have to hold that "sick and tired" day in reserve for when I really AM up this way and need the day to get set up. I'm going to do that. I'm going to get myself set up here once more. Everything will find its place in my home and I'll figure out the moves. Of course I will. I'm a clever, resourceful girl. But I still don't want to attend this meeting. Grr. Ah well.
Until we meet again...
Stll, the five county shuffle that I traverse each and every day has worn me terribly thin. I am tired. I'm more tired than usual and this is definitely a sleepy part of the year. Moving in slow motion seemed like a great idea at first but when you move yourself, well...it's hard. I'd rather be doing it this way than to impose on anyone else to help me. It's just taking the starch out of me. And when I first started piling things into the garage, I was trying for some semblance of organization. Now, I just pull up, unload, and take back off again. I can't make much sense out of it but eventually, when I'm set up inside, I will.
I hired a painter this week. We arrived at what I feel is a fair price. He's going to have me do the materials purchase, which is fine with me, but the question remains...when will I have time to do that? Sigh. I feel like a hummingbird. Right on the knife's edge of depletion because I'm flitting from one place to the next, responsible for keeping so many things in motion, and watching the days soar past as I prepare to settle back in at the place where I first began. It's insanity. Somehow I'll get everything done.
I've got a meeting this morning that I would gladly skip if only I could. In fact, I thought this morning about how easy it would to dash off a sub plan and get out of here. I can't do it, though. I'm going to have to hold that "sick and tired" day in reserve for when I really AM up this way and need the day to get set up. I'm going to do that. I'm going to get myself set up here once more. Everything will find its place in my home and I'll figure out the moves. Of course I will. I'm a clever, resourceful girl. But I still don't want to attend this meeting. Grr. Ah well.
Until we meet again...