Yesterday we went to Costco and raided their box pile. It is a little weird to have a “favorite” box, but in this family, we do. The apple boxes are perfection. And so we made several trips past the hawk-eyed exit receipt-checkers, past the tire shop, past the pizza, past the registers, all the way back to the boxes, loaded up 12 boxes into a cart, and made the long trip back. I felt like a hoarder finally deciding to clean up my life. That is really what moving is all about. All those years of junk that seemed so important when you stuffed it into that drawer suddenly becomes revolting. You find yourself wandering around the house with a purpose in mind and a trash bag in hand, annoyed that you thought all those boxes of flash cards were such a great idea. They are still in their plastic wrapping.
So that’s been going on.
But we also packed the first box. I was pretty certain that packing would cause me to become nostalgic, wishing we were staying, thinking of how much we would miss this place. After all, I cry when it’s time to get a new car. My soul finds nooks and crannies of my special places where I exist, and it rests there from the storms of life. I am about to leave all my soul harbors. But packing that box brought no such thoughts. It was exhilarating. I put only things we would absolutely need into that box, and threw away the rest of the contents of the drawer. I even tossed the button I have been saving since before my little Magpie came to us 9 years ago. I finally decided that I would never find the piece of clothing it came from, and if I did, it would probably not matter. I threw it away rather than putting it into the button box. There is only one button, none to match. I was reasonable about the usefulness of keeping it. My soul is gathering itself together from all it’s special places and is resolved in this purpose. We are only bringing the things that mean something to our journey beyond materialism, and that is very exciting!
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