mmmm... my house is empty - ish... all my beloved books have been unceremoniously thrown into a large rubbermaid bin. and all my freshly-cleaned coffee mugs still taste like bleach. hmmm. nothing like the fun of moving. pack 'em up and head on out.
it's a bittersweet moment - as always. in two weeks, this home will no longer be mine.
you always see things a bit clearer when they're moving quickly and farther away from you.
distance heightens vision, so it seems.
so while that last bit of bathwater is slowly circling the drain, you drink it up - voraciously - like a mermaid unserruptitiously torn from the sea.
every little thing heretofore ignored or taken for granted is given one last looksy. one last naked swim in the waterfall behind the house. one last jaunt thru the jungle bordering the town. another swig of the local beer brewed by the cute little asian lady. one more trip to the school cafeteria!!!!!
people ask when we will be back. i cradle my empty belly in my hands and allude to my phantom children. "when we're ready to make babies," i say.
you knew this day was coming. but how did it get here so fast????
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