Well, we're getting there. Most of our life is packed away in boxes now. Everything's crammed and stacked. Sorted and organized and taped shut, trapped inside cardboard. Ready to be unbound and lifted out in less than twenty-four hours, as we begin anew in a different location, just ten miles away.
I'm typing this from the remnants of my desk. Most of it's boxed up, too, except for the base. we decided to keep one computer working through the night.
It's a beautiful fall night and all the windows are open, giving me one last night listening to the sounds by the pond.
Right now, the cats are running about, chasing after each other, bumping into boxes, mattresses. Oliver spent most of the day hiding under a couch, freaked out by all the noise Corb was making.
Corb's in the living room, packing up his desk. He's been playing Christina Aguilera's "Back to Basics" CD, over and over again. It's perfect moving music...and thankfully, one CD that doesn't really grow tiresome after repeated listenings. Unlike so many.
The big guy's done so much around the apartment today. I'm quite grateful for him. I was at work all day, but have tomorrow off...almost had to go to New Jersey, but thankfully, David volunteered to take my place, so I could help with the move. Good thing, too. I think Corb would have killed me.
I think I'm a little sad about moving. Don't get me wrong--I'm excited about the future, too. Still, this has been a nice place to heal for seven years...and, to start building a new future with the person I want to be with for the rest of my life.
This is the next chapter of that, and I can't wait.
It's certainly not as sad an occasion as the last time I moved, from the homestead.
About a half an hour ago, needing a break from moving, I looked back through my journal, to see what I wrote back then. It's funny, in a way. Much of what I wrote then still applies now. Pretty cool when that happens, isn't it?
Editor's note: Cue up "Let's Do the Time Warp, Again"...it's flashback time...
September 6, 2003
I have decided that I will not be maudlin in any way, shape, or form this evening.
This is the start of the future. But I shall always look back on the past fondly. We've had a lot of good times.
Reminding the kids was weird tonight. Anticlimactic. Both Tiger and Ashley remembered our talk two weeks ago and didn't really wish to hear much more than "It's happening soon." So we let it go at that and focused on playing games, eating pizza, and taking Tiger out for a great walk at night.
On the way back, Josie looked at the moon and said, "I once made up this story about the moon, where it's basically a duplicate of earth, only we haven't discovered that yet, and on that other earth, everyone has a duplicate."
Being the geek that I am, I replied, "That's also the plot of an issue of the Fantastic Four, where there's a duplicate earth rotating in the same orbit as ours, only it's on the other end of the orbit, and blocked by the sun. And on that Earth, there are duplicates of us, too, only they're evil." Or something like that. It's been a few years.
Tomorrow's all set. Michael, Tommy, Buns and Tom, Pauline, Josie, and David will be on hand to help. It should really be more than enough. I want Pauline to go bed shopping with me afterward.
I will not go into memories here, although there have been so many. Laughs, fights, discussions, tears...we have been good companions to each other for years, and we shall remain good company to each other. We shall endure, with dignity, and continue forward, with our heads up. We have nothing to be ashamed of. We had a proud past, and we will do what so few are able to do in this society--continue this friendship, this love, without blame, without anger, with love and affection and with our kids and our heads intact. We shall celebrate and honor our past together even as we move forward into a new chapter in our lives.