Five days before we leave - five days! - movers came & took almost everything in our house away. As I write this, I am standing (not sitting) at the kitchen counter where my computer is. We have two chairs we've saved, but the counter is too high & I feel like a child trying to figure out a parent's or older sibling's login information, my hands seemingly above my head. But doing it standing up isn't really any better. Perhaps I should sit down.
Why, you may ask, are we sending our stuff on ahead of us? First of all, it'll actually arrive the day after we get there. That's because they move lots of folks' things. & there are only so many hours in the day to gather up a household & put it in a big truck. The fellows today - who commended my wife on her packing prowess, prompting her to ask them if she could get that in writing, maybe perhaps on a certificate - were here from around 8 till around 1.
Second of all, it was a little about comfort. We had to make the decision whether we'd want to be here, in our familiar home, obviously without a sofa or bed to sleep on, but still, the place we've lived for over two years (we're sleeping on one of these), in a more or less chill setting, than adding extra weird complications to an already weird night: first evening in a new place.
The house seems huge without anything in it. I keep wanting to wander into my room to check stuff on my computer - even though I am writing on that very computer in the kitchen! & it reminds me that it's a lovely house. I've loved living in it. But I don't know if I love it enough to stay - in Texas, where it's going to get very hot very soon; in Fort Worth, which is a fine place, but I wish were as cool as Dallas, & closer to Dallas; in a place where I can't do Self Help Radio. A house is a home, but home is where the heart is. & my heart wants to be somewhere else.
Do I have the Empty House Blues? Nah. I am looking forward to whatever's around the corner.
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