Adventures In Moving

I have this image of putting on a backpack with straps that lead back to the kind of trailer you normally describe as being part of a Semi-truck.

Except there is no cab and motor because I am supposed to be both.

It intrigues me to consider and mull over what my subconscious is saying.

Can’t decide if it is a complaint about the cost of moving and an effort to rebel against the price or if my mind says “buddy, you have a body built for moving heavy crap so you might as well use it.”

Reminds me of a recent moment on the court where a man twenty years younger said he needed someone else to guard me because he was tired of me throwing him around.

Ego smiles at this because it is proof that I am not yet as old as I fear I have become as if there is any real significance in any of this.

Because it is certainly not as valuable or meaningful as being told your character is of the highest standard or that you are the kind of person others should strive to be like.

But none of these things are necessarily of the same import as trying to figure out the best way to conduct the current move we are about to undertake.

There is something about the bear in the photo above that catches my eye and holds my attention.

Maybe it’s because I know he doesn’t spend time wondering about worrying about the choices he makes or has made.

Nah, that dude just goes forth and lives and there is much to appreciate and learn from in that.

Except as much as I want to be like that bear I have to accept I don’t have claws, fur or serious teeth I can use along with instinct to provide for the kids and I.

Sure I could go off the grid and do things to live off of the land in a way that bear might appreciate and or recognize but that is not the path we are on and I am good with that.

Adventures In Moving

Got a couple of weeks left to pack up our gear, hire movers and find a new home.

I am pretty damn excited about it all but a little nervous too.  Got to come up with a bigger chunk of cash now than I had expected to but it kind of feels appropriate.

Why?

Because there is this goofy voice that says I need to prove my desire to leap into the future and reap the rewards that will come with it.

Call it a modern day sacrifice that is more humane than killing animals or humans.

So I stare at my garage and ask myself how much stuff I really need to take along with me. Stare aft the furniture and wonder if it wouldn’t be smarter to just junk most of what I have and start over.

When the kids asked for an explanation I told them heart and head said this would be the smartest way to move into something bigger and better.

For a while they scowled but not too long after they said if I thought it was right it was worth going for it.

And then they asked what would happen if they said no and I told them if they found a winning lottery ticket, bag of money or genie we could rethink it.

We laughed and I promised them I would do my best to make it work well for all of us and we agreed they would do the same.

So here we are, one week away from the first move we have to make and a couple from the really big one.

It is kind of scary, but mostly in a good way.

Tell the bear to make some room because if this goes half as well as I expect I am going to have more time to take the kids to go hang out with him in his home.

Got to run, I hear Mr. Toad’s engine gunning and I can’t be late.

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