Tuesday, May 24, 2011
It's getting very close to the time when this home will no longer be our home. As I pack I find myself sifting through twenty five years of our lives together. Like this bowl. I remember so well the day we brought it home to our very first home together. It's an old Fiesta serving bowl with a tiny chip in the rim. The little chip in the rim is what made it affordable. We were students at the time and scarcely had enough to feed two young children, let alone splurge on something like vintage Fiesta. I love that bowl. It has been so many places with us.
Days seem to slide into each other as the house fills with boxes. Grandma's china took an entire afternoon. Not so much because there is a lot of it. Each piece needed to be packed with care. I feel extravagent using so much paper to wrap it. But I don't want to lose one precious piece. I try to visualize it in our new home. The picture isn't very clear. There is so much to do.
The studio sits untouched. I just can not bring myself to go in to pack it all away. But Friday week, it will all be loaded onto a truck.
There are moments of humour. I find Peter crawling into a very tall box to arrange the padding in the bottom just so. The tall box is a temporary home to 2 pieces of sculpture that came back with us from Australia. The living room feels empty now. For many years, those pieces of sculpture, a Cambodian spirit house and a Thai dragon have been there to greet me each moning.
I don't remember feeling so nostalgic with any other move we've made. And there have been so so many of them.
So good bye for now my friends. I'll catch up with you when we reach North Carolina in a couple of weeks.