Stuffing Boxes

I started a couple of weeks ago. I got one empty box, filled it with my books, closed it up, taped it tight. I am now on my tenth box and I have still to pack all of my books!

Yes, we are moving. In a few weeks, we would say goodbye to this house which has served as both a refuge and an escape. It was here where I ran to when my marriage broke up many years ago, here where my boys grew up to become tall, handsome teenagers, here where my daughter grew up to become a responsible mother. It is here where F cooked many chicken dinners, where K learned to play basketball, and where S played like mad on the PC. It is where E started her online business and where Baby S grew up to be the lively little chatterbug that she is now.

It is also here where I started writing again, and here where I started dreaming again; dreams of bright, vivid colors with many happy thoughts. My heart is brimming with gratitude and joy, and I will be forever grateful to my fairy godmother, my mom, for making things happen.

For now, I am dreaming of beige, almost eggshell walls, a red chair, an ottoman, maybe in black, a silver oven stove, a giant garden umbrella, and a bedroom that's pristine white. Don't wake me up! :)




The still empty home