Full Circle (and a Half)
I'm drinking egg nog out of my own holly-decorated holiday glass, and I'm listening to a cd I haven't for years. The bear has his backpack and is probably busily drawing himself saving (or destroying) the world. I have my huge black & white scarf from high school, just in time to wear for winter.
Today's the day the moving van arrived.
In other words: My stuff!! I have my STUUUUFFFFF!!! :D
It's been over two years since I packed up my whole life and squished it into a 10 x 10 space. Since then, all I've had with me is what I carried away in my suitcase, and what I've accumulated.
But now, I have my drawings, my books, my stories, and all those folders of research and projects. Just the rummaging glance I took tonight astonished me with how much stuff I made: books and samplers and clothes and diagrams and floorplans and tents and dolls and figurines and jewelry...it seems like if there was something I needed, I figured how to make it before I figured out how to buy it! I'd forgotten that about my old life. I'd forgotten all the things I made.
When I packed it all up back then, I took my suitcase and went out onto the road, went out to follow that band I can't resist. My life was never the same. Everything I had planned to do changed in those five weeks. I left my old life behind, in that storage space south of Seattle.
Now I have the artifacts of that life back, and in a few days, I'm going back out on the road to see that band again. Strange how things synch up, spiralling up without returning to the same exact spot.
It'll be interesting to see how all these bits, old and new, fit back together. It'll be challenging to try to distill my true self out of all these disparate belongings of half a life. Now I get to begin the process of sorting through it all, and packing the suitcase for the next section of the road trip. What do I take with me into the second half of my life, and what do I no longer need?
But that's for tomorrow, tonight I'm content with my small reunions of music and little treasures.
Today's the day the moving van arrived.
In other words: My stuff!! I have my STUUUUFFFFF!!! :D
It's been over two years since I packed up my whole life and squished it into a 10 x 10 space. Since then, all I've had with me is what I carried away in my suitcase, and what I've accumulated.
But now, I have my drawings, my books, my stories, and all those folders of research and projects. Just the rummaging glance I took tonight astonished me with how much stuff I made: books and samplers and clothes and diagrams and floorplans and tents and dolls and figurines and jewelry...it seems like if there was something I needed, I figured how to make it before I figured out how to buy it! I'd forgotten that about my old life. I'd forgotten all the things I made.
When I packed it all up back then, I took my suitcase and went out onto the road, went out to follow that band I can't resist. My life was never the same. Everything I had planned to do changed in those five weeks. I left my old life behind, in that storage space south of Seattle.
Now I have the artifacts of that life back, and in a few days, I'm going back out on the road to see that band again. Strange how things synch up, spiralling up without returning to the same exact spot.
It'll be interesting to see how all these bits, old and new, fit back together. It'll be challenging to try to distill my true self out of all these disparate belongings of half a life. Now I get to begin the process of sorting through it all, and packing the suitcase for the next section of the road trip. What do I take with me into the second half of my life, and what do I no longer need?
But that's for tomorrow, tonight I'm content with my small reunions of music and little treasures.