‘May I trust the eddies, the still waters, the fast-moving current, as Mike and I travel in our little boat to the quiet cove of our next home. We are being carried on the current that is always swirling beneath and around us, taking us through our lives, and now to the place where we will continue to love and laugh and yes, if we are fortunate, grow old. Moving Day! It’s in our future. May our new home be waiting for us this very day.’
The above was written in my April 2018 journal. The new house was waiting. On to The Week of the Move. July 27th we received the keys, and Jill and Em joined us in the garden gazebo for pizza and wine. Our first guests! It was the only space with a table and chairs, left by the previous owners. Next day, the first items to go through the front door were Sylvia’s paintings.
A moving company hauled all furniture and boxes. Surprisingly, there is so much stuff that does not fit neatly into a packing box, and so, we loaded up our car and truck, Bob’s trailer and Cari’s behemoth vehicle too. Yoga mats, pillows, family heirloom clock, rugs, chairs, spices, potted plants, rocks. Rocks, you ask? Yes. Collected from every place visited, I display them inside and out.
How our friends, the Thornocks, did it, I do not know. The five of them stood on the curb of their Seattle-area home, each with a suitcase and carry-on, contacted Uber, rode to the airport in 2 cars, hopped aboard a plane for a cross-country flight, ending up at their new Savannah, Georgia home after visiting friends in the Midwest. They left behind an entire household, to be moved without them. During their week’s journey between the old and the new, they were the last guests at our long-time home, which was fitting, as both Nancy and Paul were instrumental in preparing the property for sale several years ago. In fact, Nancy did such an amazing update and home staging job, we stayed longer than expected.
And so, a house has become a home. The ease of daily life in the new spaces is what I wish for each of you today. Ease in your shelter-home, and in the ‘always-home’ of your precious body.