Saturday, December 19, 2020

Miles to Go

Hello Dear Friends, I've missed you all! I missed coming here and telling you my stories. Today I will just dive in. I'm MOVING....again.  

What? I LOVE this apartment. I mean REALLY love this apartment.  How many moves does this make? Well, this is technically the second in 2020. But I sort of think of it as a New Year's Move. 

I was in the last apartment for two years. The one before that was about 6 months (?) and now this one is right at a year. And now, I'm moving one more time. 

I'm moving one building over to a top floor (instead of a 2nd floor). The new unit has two bedrooms; more than I needed a year ago, but exactly what I need today. The move is on Monday. Bill is moving to the new apartment too. 

I'm building a shared life. I find it interesting that, for me, the year is ending the way it began...with a move. Or maybe the new year is beginning the way this one did, with a move. 

I'll be honest, I could do with a lot less moving. I'd like to have all of the boxes unpacked AND the pictures hung for a few years. I think this next apartment will be good for that. 

In the middle of the planned move, we put up a Christmas Tree. It's a real one, and it's just the right size. And there are presents under the tree that I just can't wait to open. I haven't been this excited about the holiday in a very long time. 

The tree was put up a couple of weeks after Thanksgiving. It didn't make sense to buy a tree and put it up when the move is just days before Christmas. And yet, I wanted to be festive. So the tree is here and it makes me very happy.  

The star is Bill's homage to Vincent. Who wouldn't love a star like that? 

The boxes were packed today and the movers will come on Monday. The walls are bare now. As I see that the packing part has been done, the tension in my body softens. Seeing the packed boxes makes it all a lot less scary. And this time... I am not doing it alone. 

As I write this, I'm sitting in the dark watching the tree lights glow. I am quiet. The only sound is the dog's little snores from his snuggly place on the couch. Lines from the poem come to mind and I am happy. Christmas is upon us.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Robert Frost 

 

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