Movin' Up

All weekend we have been packing up boxes, shuttling them to our new place, and stacking them up again. Our life is boxed and covered--waiting for a dust storm to accompany the buffing and painting yet to come.

Today, the balance between which place was home kept swaying as we went from sorting through what was left at the apartment and cleaning up the new house. This afternoon, after storing all of our content, I came back to the apartment where the furniture and cabinets left bare and open. I looked out through the kitchen window at the dark, cemented patio and thought of our new backyard where we sat during lunch today. The spring’s early sun warmed the brick patio as we discussed the state of the yard and ate our sandwiches. As I stood there in my empty kitchen, it hit. We had a new home.

With one official night at the apartment left, we have nothing essential here but our selves, our computers, and our toothbrushes.

I am reminded that it’s amazing how little you need to live: Somewhere to sleep, something to do, and a way to wash up.