How many times have you moved? My guess is that unless you lived in a military family or a family 'on-the-run' your moves have been less than five. Since I left home at 18, I have moved fourteen times (most short moves within Portland). Wow! That is a great deal of packing and unpacking. No wonder is doesn't seem like a big deal any more.
I was born in Ohio, had babies in Wisconsin, was divorced in Oregon. I had hand-me-down furniture in my first apartment, new furniture in my house and am back to used (antique) furniture in my present home, I went from a studio apartment at 18 to 2400 square feet in my 30's to a duplex in my 60's. I lived alone, with my family, alone, etc. Things have been lost, broken, given away, garaged 'saled'.
What does this all amount to? Well, I have seen things that I thought were treasures become nothing more than tokens. I have learned that what were dreams were just that. I have made friendships along the way keeping those who neither distance nor time can destroy. I have learned to pack and unpack like Bekins. I have found it exciting to say "hello" to new situations and to never say "good-bye" without tears.
Each time I move, I move with memories. Some not so good, and some will last a life time. Moving accomplishes clean cupboards, discovers dust balls under beds and takes me to new adventures. Each time I filled a box, I packed my hopes and dreams. And, with each cherished item I place on a 'new' shelf in a new location, I come home once more.
I just tapped my heels together.....there's no place like home.
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