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A New Phase of Life- stories about moving. Story #1.

Published on November 29, 2015

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Today is Sunday. I think. The days sort of blend together these days. I am in a new place, an unfamiliar place. Colorado Springs, Colorado. It is early in the morning, as my system is still on Eastern Standard Time. East coast time. Colorado is 2 hours behind that.
My mind wakes me every morning, because it is churning away with thoughts and stories, and I would like to share some with you. I might jump around a bit with stories, but that can’t be helped.

We have arrived here with some sort of luck. Meaning, that things went our way weather wise, and I take that as a very good omen for the future. When we were loading up our pod, it never rained. We ordered a 16’x 8’x 8′ POD, and gave ourselves 2.5 days to load it. Just the two of us. No professional packers, just my husband and I working incredibly hard. At our age, I’m sixty, and he is 68, we felt we were still able to meet this challenge. And we did. But not without a bunch of Advil every night.
We have not moved in 23 years. So it took us all spring, summer and fall to prepare for this major event; a change of lifestyle. I posted things for sale on Facebook, we had a yard sale. We tried to get new homes for our two cats, to no avail. As fall set in, we realized we were still in the house, and needed to really get on the ball. So we did. We made it happen. The POD company says this size POD holds three rooms of furniture. I’m not really sure about that, but we filled it as best we could. The thing is, easels, art supplies and paintings probably constitute one whole room. That didn’t leave a lot of space for everything else.
The idea of culling all of one’s possessions to fit into a box is a bit overwhelming. Can I save this? What about that? It truly was a difficult thing, and a mind blowing thing. And a liberating thing. My mother had periodically done this as she got older. One needs less and less, and once you embrace that concept, it gets easier to do.
As we got down to our self imposed wire, the weather held out. We packed boxes, we took a lot of stuff to Goodwill. We donated lots of nice furniture, tools and things to The ReStore of Habitat for Humanity. That felt really good. Still good weather. Wow.
The cats were getting really nervous, as their environment changed daily. They needed lots of extra love, and food. So as the house emptied, this move became a reality. There was no turning back. Our direction had changed a few times, and now we were set on Colorado Springs, with reasons I will relate another time. The final days were upon us. The Pod was packed. The POD left. That was a Thursday. The Thursday before Thanksgiving. We hoped to leave on Friday. The schedule says the POD will arrive in Colorado on November 30th.
So, that Thursday, waving goodbye to the last of our possessions, we watched the truck with the big box on the back, the box that had our stuff, head off on its journey.
What a feeling. Overwhelming sadness, excitement, uncertainty; so many emotions were bombarding me simultaneously. It started to rain.

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