Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
~ “Time after Time” by Cyndi Lauper
Tonight I unpacked a collection of boxes that I have not looked in since May 2008. My friend, “Fleur de Lis” was here to help. She warned me that opening the boxes would be like opening a time capsule because there would be things that I have forgotten about. She could not have been more right.
One box contained a picture frame that I had painted in March 2008. Inside that frame was a 2007 photograph of me and “Yuz” taken in Cleveland, OH. I remember the moment with clarity. We took a dinner cruise on the lake and both of us were dressed up and we looked happy. It is a nice memory.
I opened another box and there was a dual picture frame with a clock and shelf. More pictures of “Yuz” and me. Looking back, I am amazed with how different my life is now than I ever could have foreseen at the time. At the time I packed those boxes, I thought that I would be moving to Omi-haha for a period of 6 – 9 months. I was wrong.
So, maybe I am not living in a beautiful brownstone, shopping on Newbury Street. But, I am living in a beautiful apartment that was designed and built with my happiness in mind. My Ebie and my Gracie have a warm and safe home where they reside in happiness and ignorant bliss. I am surrounded by people who love me. I don’t know that this is where I wanted to be; but it is where I am supposed to be, and that is the something that keeps me living each moment with the belief that things will work out.
Hell, if a beautiful glass bowl from Borsheims can be wrapped in newspaper, placed in a cardboard box, moved across the country, then from storage unit to storage unit in the Nebraska elements, and survive 3+ years unscathed, then how can I not believe?
PERSONAL NOTE: It was my chocolate chip cookie, dammit . . . and I proved it.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Fly safely. . . I know, I know. . . Always.