Ready to Rock and Roll
I have decided to purchase moving boxes. Not far from here are a couple storage locker places which sell boxes. I went to one. A bundle of about 30 medium size boxes was about $22. So, I hauled them home and up the stairs. They were heavy. So, for me it was more like dragging the boxes up the stairs. Up the stairs and in the house. With the boxes in the middle of the living room I sat down for a minute to rest and think.
I don't have a place to move yet but I figured when I do I would be ready. I started to think about all the times I had moved in my life. Up until 2005 I had only moved 6 times in my life and half of those were when I was a kid. So 3 times in my adult life before now. After my grandmother died we moved in her house for a couple years while battling in the courts with my moms sister over the house and in the end the house was sold and we were on the move again. Not to a house or an apartment but a hotel for the next 4 months. I think in those months we stayed in at least 10 hotels. The last hotel we stayed in was ironically not far from here. We moved from the hotel around the corner from this place and now we will be moving soon again.
I don't know where or when we will be relocating to this time. I can only hope its someplace better in the sense of a better way of just living. Someplace that honestly feels like home. Someplace when you turn the key to open the door you can smile, sit down on a comfortable big couch with a matching lazy boy type chair on the other side of the couch with a coffee table in the middle of a nice spacious living room or den. Someplace where it warms your whole being just to be there. A place that you know in your heart it is home not just a temporary address.
I
I don't know with this next move if I am going to find all of that or any of that I just know that when someone hands me the keys to another place I will be ready to rock and roll out of here.
I don't have a place to move yet but I figured when I do I would be ready. I started to think about all the times I had moved in my life. Up until 2005 I had only moved 6 times in my life and half of those were when I was a kid. So 3 times in my adult life before now. After my grandmother died we moved in her house for a couple years while battling in the courts with my moms sister over the house and in the end the house was sold and we were on the move again. Not to a house or an apartment but a hotel for the next 4 months. I think in those months we stayed in at least 10 hotels. The last hotel we stayed in was ironically not far from here. We moved from the hotel around the corner from this place and now we will be moving soon again.
I don't know where or when we will be relocating to this time. I can only hope its someplace better in the sense of a better way of just living. Someplace that honestly feels like home. Someplace when you turn the key to open the door you can smile, sit down on a comfortable big couch with a matching lazy boy type chair on the other side of the couch with a coffee table in the middle of a nice spacious living room or den. Someplace where it warms your whole being just to be there. A place that you know in your heart it is home not just a temporary address.
I
I don't know with this next move if I am going to find all of that or any of that I just know that when someone hands me the keys to another place I will be ready to rock and roll out of here.
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