My life is measured in boxes
I hate packing.
But I'm excited to move.
Every day I get a reminder of why we're moving. Smelling what the neighbors consider "dinner". The jackhole revving his dragster at 6am. Traffic. Smog. Pretension.
Then I get a reminder of why I'm sad to leave. Dinner with good friends. Making homemade pie with loquats out of the yard. Fresh oranges off our trees. Easy access to ethnic markets.
A little over a month, no more loquats or oranges, no more dinners with good friends.
But in the long run...it's worth it. Better schools, closer to family, lower cost of living, room to breathe.
But I hate packing.
But I'm excited to move.
Every day I get a reminder of why we're moving. Smelling what the neighbors consider "dinner". The jackhole revving his dragster at 6am. Traffic. Smog. Pretension.
Then I get a reminder of why I'm sad to leave. Dinner with good friends. Making homemade pie with loquats out of the yard. Fresh oranges off our trees. Easy access to ethnic markets.
A little over a month, no more loquats or oranges, no more dinners with good friends.
But in the long run...it's worth it. Better schools, closer to family, lower cost of living, room to breathe.
But I hate packing.