I have this recurring dream where I have to leap great distances like some kind of mountain goat or Tom Cruise. I can feel the terror and the impossibility of the span but what can I do? I’m stuck in that dream. I have to catapult my body through the air.
In real life I’m facing a giant leap. As the clock ticks down, I have to jump from California to Minnesota, from this life to another. I already have one foot in the air, wind whistling in my ears, arms outstretched like the slow-motion scenes in the Matrix movies.
The moving truck will arrive on July 29.
I’m moving so fast that I’m practically standing still. In these seconds that pass like minutes, in these hours that disappear in a blink, I will lose half my kids. I’m flying from a full nest to a half-empty one, abandoning my two baby birds even though they aren’t babies. I’m not leaving them behind; they decline to move.
It feels weird. This is the first time since I left home in a Greyhound bus bound for college that I felt like I was unzipping one life and slipping into another.
I spend half my week doing nothing but working at my job. While I’m there, it’s as if nothing will ever change. Truth is, I’ll be giving my two weeks notice in a little over a month. Don’t tell my boss.
The other half of the week I carry on (grocery shop, clean, launder clothes) and then sort, purge, pack, sort, purge, pack. It’s always surprising how long it takes to pack a few boxes. I tell myself the each box I pack is a box I won’t have to pack again, so I am making progress. In slow motion.
I’m glad that the thrift store has opened back up so I have a place to leave my discarded belongings.
And now I’m going to pack a box. Or two.
3 thoughts on “Molting season”
A big move is quite an upheaval.
Moving is never a fun job. When our dog was 5 years old, she’d already lived in 4 places. CRAZY!… I don’t envy you right now & I will be praying for you.
I have read your blog off and on since you lived in the PNW. Not sure exactly when I started but it’s been at least 10 years. I have always loved your writing style so check in every now and then. Good luck on your move! We moved from Seattle to a small New England town back in mid 2018 and it’s the best thing we ever did. We moved ourselves in a U-Haul! At our age (similar to you and your husband), it was time to follow our dream. Looking forward to hearing about your new life in MN!