Well, sometimes you just don't know what curve-ball life is going to throw at you.
This is how I find myself moving from the country to the city.
Sometimes you just have to dance in rain; no matter whether it's storming or not.
Yes folks, I am leaving country life and moving to a house in the city. . . with Chicken.
Now Chicken and I grew up together, so this shouldn't be too much of a shock right?
Right?
I can't help but wonder if other people who've moved have had similar experience to mine.
I started out carefully packing each item in boxes, sealing those boxes, and labeling them with the contents.
After about 2 days of this, I became totally fed up with the monotony. . . plus I ran out of boxes. That's when I found, ah yes, garbage bags. Not only sturdy with easy grip ties, but these were scented with the heavenly scent of Febreze.
It's kind-of unnerving; seeing everything you own, everything you own, in an assortment of boxes and garbage bags.
Thinking about my life in general; where I am and where I want to be.
Thinking about the things I've accumulated.
Basically a lot of thinking about a lot of things.
Chicken: And a lot of crying. You cry an awful lot; you know.
Bo: I cry just the right amount.
Chicken: Yeah, the right amount for someone with a heart like a sponge.
When you go to a New Home party, you get to see the aftermath of many hard weeks of sorting, cleaning, and unpacking. The last time I moved, I was just a young kid starting out and I had barely anything to my name (except clothes and books). This time as I moved, I had accumulated a wealth of furniture, shoes, decorations, wall hangings, clothes, books, art supplies, jewelry making supplies, more books, and. . . well. . . let's just face it I have a lot of books.
So after I actually had all of my boxes (and garbage bags) of my belongings at my new abode I began the VERY tedious task of unpacking.
It was then I realized I have a lot of stuff that I haven't used or needed in years; as well as a bunch of stuff I've never used. So, I ended up donating a lot instead of unpacking it.
Donating things to various non-profits helped me a lot. I felt better knowing that someone in need would be receiving something for use in their home. If felt better knowing that my move, will and has, benefited so many.
Chicken: Oh, boy, get ready for the water works again.
Bo: I'm not going to cry.
Chicken: . . .
Bo: Well, I'm probably not going to. At least not as much as last time.
Chicken: (rolls eyes)
As I thought about having moved, at first I cried
Chicken: See, I told you!
Bo: As I was saying. . .
At first I cried about all the things I was going to miss . . .
the new spring grasses
the beautiful tree buds
the colorful flowers
the sweet melodies of the songbirds
the quiet hooves of the white-tailed deer
But, oh so very soon. . .
I began to see the same beauty and magic at my new home . . .
through the tree blooms that fell like snowflakes in April
the rain showers of helicopter seeds
the same colorful showers
the scent of a barbecue on a cool spring evening
the playful squirrels who dart along the fence playing with the dogs
Chicken: You're making your move sound like a Disney special.
Bo: Well, maybe it is my happily ever after and my Prince Charming is going to come riding his noble steed through town.
Chicken: Oh brother! Just don't start singing.
Bo: Ooo- just give me a second to bring up my music player!
Chicken: Don't threaten me. Remember, I know where the breaker box is.
Yes, I think I am going to be very happy here.
I'm happy and I'm home.
