Moving without Pain Killers

by Houkje

I find moving to be one of the most disruptive experiences one can have in life. In fact, I think I’d rather volunteer to have a second root canal than have to sort through all my things.

At least they give you pain killers at the dentist.

The last time I moved, it was like I was going to battle. I faced skirts I never wear, a raincoat I bought when I first came to Washington DC, and books I’ve had since college.

Armed only with cardboard boxes, some packing tape, and a magic marker…. I was facing all the material possessions that I have acquired over the last 20 years.

There was no friendly morphine to dull the pain as my life became completely exposed.

I was in a self -propelled tornado in the living space that once was my life. Huge forces of energy and wind came swirling in, tossing things up and out around me.

My life flashed before my eyes: a photo of a high school friend that I’ve lost touch with; regret. Another of me in Montana; sadness. A box full of old tax returns from the last decade; memories of an office pal and I joking around. A ceramic pelican I bought in Mexico last year; a clear turning point in my life.

Life is messy. Packing stirs it up further. In these cases, there is only one thing to do. Surrender and accept things exactly as they are. Clearly, I’ve got work to do.

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