Today is the First Day of the Rest of My Life

It feels monumental. Maybe because I have my voice back and I'm not sick with a flu or cold anymore. It's probably more so because my moving truck arrives in Kentucky today. All the sh$# I've collected over 16 years, maybe even longer while living in Portland Oregon. The delivery window was 7 days. Today is day 7. I fly out for almost two weeks tomorrow. Yup, it stinks. But, the week was fun nonetheless. You know, being sick on an air mattress directly on a concrete floor? Allows for appreciation of what I have. I didn't complain much. I'm incredibly fortunate. 

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It is interesting how little I need to do what I need to do. A pot, a few plastic silverware, a camping chair and a computer with internet access. My space is ready for my stuff. But, it's just stuff. How does stuff make us happy? Content, comfortable, familiar, nostalgic. I rode my bicycle across the country with a little trailer and was the happiest I've ever been. 

But, I haven't seen a lot of my belongings since March and I'm excited to walk into a place and feel order. Settled. Choices. Be surrounded by art I've selected over the years that means something to me. Art that moves me. 

Today is going to be a long day pointing where I want things and opening up boxes to attempt to unpack in the little time I have until I'm back in town. And, a little emotional. Because I'm here. It feels more permanent then ever.