I’m in the process of packing up my life. It’s funny how easy it is to take things for granted. You put something in a place and then you barely notice it even though you walk past it every day. Packing can unearth things once lost and reminds you just how much stuff you’ve accumulated. Even with all this stuff, it’s possible to convince yourself that you need more and don’t have enough.
“I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.” – Maya Angelou
I’ve run across things that I’ve been looking for. I’ve marveled at the clothing that I only wore once or that still have tags on them. So many questions and thoughts have popped in my head as I go through all my things and stuff. I remember when I first moved into a house. There was this feeling of emptiness and all this pressure to fill it up. Slowly, I accumulated everything that it took to fill the house and then some. When I moved, I didn’t have room for all the stuff I had. I am facing the same dilemma. I don’t have room for all my stuff once again, but I”m not going to stress out about it. I always believe that things will come when I need them. I can’t help but look around the room and be reminded of how blessed I am. I have been fortunate to acquire all these things. I have been fortunate to buy the things that I wanted when I wanted them and they have provided enjoyment to others as well.
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” – Seneca
The action of packing and moving is not my favorite thing to do, but it does serve as a reminder of how grateful I should be. One, that I have someplace to go. Two, that I have things to take with me. These things represent my independence for me. They remind me that I have enjoyed my life. But, there is something that represents love more than even the things. It’s the people in my life that are willing to help me move my things through this journey of life. It is moments like this when you are facing something bigger than yourself that you learn who your true friends are. I think that is why we have milestones like moving, weddings, funerals, and the birth of child. The people who show up are the ones that feel compelled to be there for you. It’s not really about the things. The things are a mere representation of feelings. The action of moving is an opportunity for a new beginning and you know that the people who help move you are the ones that want to see you through to the next step in your journey. A house is more than things, but a container of memories and moments. I leave this home to start a new adventure.