Bloggin' 'Bout Boxes!

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.

Thus, I began systematically tossing practically everything I own into garbage bags.

It's kind-of unnerving; seeing everything you own, everything you own, in an assortment of boxes and garbage bags.

And, okay, I'll admit that I might have felt better about everything if I hadn't used the garbage bags so readily in my packing.  But, the point I'm trying to make here is that moving is just emotional.  Plus, it led me to do a lot of thinking.

Thinking about how this move will affect my life.
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.