Wow! I am a homeowner again and it feels immense. We closed a couple weeks ago and have been busy painting and slowly moving stuff over. We are waiting for our new floors to be installed before having the movers take everything but we are getting car loads over to save on the cost of the movers. No DITY move for us though because trying to get large furniture down the elevators and up stairs will not work for my back.
As we begin to move though, I am struck by the fact that, for the first time in ten years, I’m not anticipating another fast move. This is it; I am finally in the place I will stay… at least for the foreseeable future. So now becomes the process of discarding all the moving boxes.
Even though I stayed in Nashville for 7 years, I had always planned it to be temporary. There was always more world to see. So I kept boxes, bubble wrap, and other packing supplies despite my original 4 year plan stretching out an additional 3 years. Now that I own a home I live in a place that I plan to stay, I know it is time to discard all the packing materials and accept the roots I am putting down. This can be difficult, as I believe I became attached to my state of being temporary. Permanence is something I’m not accustomed to and though I acknowledge that nothing is truly permanent, it is still time to shed the trappings of being temporary.
Thus, in the next few weeks (possibly months depending on how fast I can give everything its proper place), all the bubble wrap and boxes will be set aside. Hopefully recycled but regardless, it will no longer be mine or a reminder of being prepared to leave. It is time to grow roots and let the wings rest.