Yup, I’m gettin’ real deep here, ya’ll. And oh, so clever with my post titles, no?
The fact is, I’ve been going on minimal sleep now for a month (though Lydia is a good sleeper, really she is, there’s only so much shut eye to be had in a house of 4 children!) and every day is full. to. the. brim. with Important Things That Need To Be Done Before We Leave (in one week! Eeek!) so my personal writing has consisted mostly of scattered thoughts in my journal as I fall into bed at night. A few of these thoughts lined themselves up into a ragged poem last night…
The box mountain
Inches toward the ceiling
Its base growing with its height.
My life packed up in
And rigid cardboard.
Methinks my house should feel empty
But it’s fuller than ever
Children racing through
Making fun from scratch
Since most of the toys are packed
I meet my husband’s eyes
Our excitement for the
Fills the space between and every room
I look again at the box mountain
“Who needs all this stuff, anyway?!”
Today I made it to the 150th box…and ran out of boxes. Tomorrow I shall drive to town for more. Oh, and to unload the trunk-full of stuff I decided should definitely go to the Salvation Army! lol I tell you, there’s nothing like facing hauling something 1000 miles to make you think twice as to whether it is crucial to your way of life. Can I get an amen?