| Cefalu Cathedral, March 2012 |
Buried in piles of stuff, I am craving the next stage of this international move. The stage that will happen after the moving trucks depart next week. The stage of moving when we live in an empty, clutter-free house with loaner furniture and borrowed dishes. The stage when we exhale a bit because a big item (packing out) has been checked off the lengthy list. The stage that will push us to be more creative in our play, in our cooking, in our living...making the most with a very little amount. The stage that always prompts me to think, "we should live like this on a more regular basis", but in the back of my mind I know that will never happen.
That will never happen because I am a pack rat. And that's why this current stage of disassembling our house is so exhausting and yet so very necessary. It's always shocking to me to see what we accumulate in just three years in one spot. Thank goodness we move so often. Lugging out bags of garbage and thrift store donations, leaves me feeling a bit sick (how could so much junk really be in that closet?!) and also exhilarated (it's very a clear sign of progress when one closet is finally emptied out).
The movers come on Tuesday. We still have lots of sorting, sifting, and donating to do. It will certainly be a weekend full of dismantling. Hope your weekend is a bit more pleasant.