The Moving Experience
I cried last night as we said goodbye to our old place. We had gone room by room turning lights off and doing a last minute check. At each room, we said something that we'd remember about the place. We ended in the dining room which, despite the washer and dryer being awkwardly placed in there, had seen its share of good times. The tears started unbidden. It was a release of so much, so much that had transpired, so much that had been resolved. When we walked out the back door for the last time, it felt as if we were walking into something new, something better, something we had talked about so many times.
Someone walked into our new place yesterday and despite the disarray of moving boxes and furniture out of place, she immediately exclaimed "Wow!" and explained that it felt like a home already. I also was complimented on my hair, which at the time was rather tussled and possibly filled with dust. Does the happiness show on me now? Has this new place changed me already? Do I look like I'm at home in this place that feels so naturally as such?
I've already discovered that chairs feel so much more comfortable at the new place. Chairs that I hadn't sat in for three years now attract me in their new positions. I curl up on the recliner that I had barely bothered with in the old house. The chair that my mom gave me was revived in its new location in the studio. The rocking chairs on the front porch are a dream come true. I think of all these seats and more as I try to focus on work. I am officially in love with a place. I look forward to experiencing new seasons, new climates, new days in the new house just next door from the old.
Someone walked into our new place yesterday and despite the disarray of moving boxes and furniture out of place, she immediately exclaimed "Wow!" and explained that it felt like a home already. I also was complimented on my hair, which at the time was rather tussled and possibly filled with dust. Does the happiness show on me now? Has this new place changed me already? Do I look like I'm at home in this place that feels so naturally as such?
I've already discovered that chairs feel so much more comfortable at the new place. Chairs that I hadn't sat in for three years now attract me in their new positions. I curl up on the recliner that I had barely bothered with in the old house. The chair that my mom gave me was revived in its new location in the studio. The rocking chairs on the front porch are a dream come true. I think of all these seats and more as I try to focus on work. I am officially in love with a place. I look forward to experiencing new seasons, new climates, new days in the new house just next door from the old.