Day Seven

Saturday was a lonely day. No one to help unpack, I just worked my way back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, finding boxes that didn't belong where they were left off. A borrowed TV to watch until the cord to mine shows up. Move some boxes to the back porch as they empty. Move some downstairs until I can decide what to do with them. There are all ready dishes and pans in the kitchen, there isn't much that I need to do. I am taking my time undoing my boxes and thinking about what it is that I actually want.

Moving at the change of the season is interesting. Winter clothes. Spring clothes. Summer clothes. Some in boxes and some in the drawers. Getting used to a new dresser and a larger closet, at least that much helps. The bed sits too low to the floor to allow under the bed bins, and so I need to get used to not having that time of storage.

Everything that was part of my life is no longer part of my life, except my sewing. It will be good when I am able to get started on the sewing room. First the rest of the house, and then dividing the sewing upstairs and the art downstairs. I need to think about how to divide the basement into a couple of rooms and make them comfortable for visitors and work as well.

Finding all the parts to the shelves. Finding all the papers for the file cabinet and the desk. Finding, searching, unpacking, resting. This time I do it all alone, and altho I feel like it has always been like that, this time it is true. I'm not sure how many boxes got done today, but it certainly feels good to have some holes in my walls of boxes and the luxury of sitting on the couch to watch TV tonoight. I even has gotten several boxes of DVD's put away and I can make choices at to what I watch tonight.

I am so tired it is hard to make myself think about how long it is going to take to get everything done. I'm sure it will be weeks before all of the work is done, and then I have to think that there is always much more work to get done.

Tonight maybe another box or two of clothes. One put away, two to empty. Some of my lotions maybe, although I haven't found my basket yet. Move some more boxes. Make this house look like mine. Add my own touches. It will never be mine and this certainly is not my last move. I have to hope that the next one is not as difficult and that I am able to downsize even further and have an easier time both packing and unpacking.