Yesterday was moving day. I posted this photo to facebook; in fact, I posted it twice although that was accidental. It was taken just before the first truckload left my old house and went to my new house:
I don't believe I realized yet how tired I actually was, as I had probably been running on adrenaline for a week or more, that panicked surge compensating for lack of sleep, and sometimes overcompensating and keeping me from sleep when I desperately needed it. Today all my worldly goods, or most of them at least, are at the new house, piled high to the rafters in one room. Tikka and I, and a few belongings, are in temporary housing near my new neighborhood as the new house is not quite ready for occupancy. Tikka is calmer than she was last week, but still clingy, and the exhaustion of the past couple of weeks has caught up with me. I slept 10 hours last night, and although there are things I need to do today, I could easily sleep another 10, or more. Today, the exhaustion shows in the deep circles under my eyes, in the way the full weight of my 58 years, and the stress of moving show on my face, in my aching knees and hips, the bruises on my wrists from lifting and hauling boxes. Today I am tired, but today I am also content.
Two more days and I will walk away from the old house forever. I loved my neighborhood, loved my neighbors, loved my garden. But this is the last photo of that house. There are only a few small tasks to be accomplished before I step fully into transition time, the space between houses, the time in which my only ambition is to have no ambitions. It is a good place to be, and I am privileged to be able to enjoy the opportunity.
(this post was posted twice because I accidentally deleted the photo of the rose from the old house from the fist posting).
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Such a big job, but you’re almost done now, and soon you can begin building the nest that will shelter and nurture you for a good many years. Take care.