Well, we brought home the first round of scavenged boxes for the upcoming move. Have you priced new, flat boxes lately? They are as expensive per cubic foot as property in the Heights! We are coming to more concrete terms with the reality of moving each day, but it doesn’t seem to be making it much easier. As I look around at our accumulated stuff, I am reminded of our great times together and fun adventures from trips in the past. We both feel a quiver of anticipation when we pore over the dog-eared Chicago map looking for neighborhoods and access to the Metra and “El” commuter trains.
Sorting through things brings up the only sore topic in the whole endeavor…leaving so many friends behind. In truth, we have so many circles of friends that it will be very hard to stay in touch. This makes us think of of all the laughter and good natured teasing we have shared with our friends over the years. We don’t have blood family to tear ourselves away from, but we have a tremendous adopted family that makes us feel at home. We might miss it at times, but it is something that we don’t have to put in a box and stack on the truck. These relationships will be right there in the cab with us. Even if we did want to pile them all in the back, the truck just couldn’t carry it all. We know how much stuff we have to pack, but we are grateful for the things that will be going along with us without needing to be wrapped.