I’m supposed to be packing this weekend. Grrr.
Loading up boxes is NOT fun. But you know what is even less fun? Being evicted.
Oh, don’t worry. I haven’t been evicted. I wasn’t even thinking about eviction until I walked home from the library yesterday afternoon and saw a woman standing in front of the liquor store with all of her worldly possessions stacked neatly around her, looking forlorn.
I’m assuming some time had lapsed since she was first thrown out because her things were so well organized. Typically when I see someone getting rolled, their stuff looks like it has been chucked out of a window many flights above, left to scatter where the wind (and homeless) might take it.
As I walked past her, it put my stress in perspective. Packing boxes, getting quotes from a moving company, setting up the utilities, creating a budget for furniture – that might be stressful, but at least I’m driving the process. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to be sitting curbside, unsure of where to take my possessions and unable to leave them until I had a plan.
So this morning as I take another stab at packing, instead of whining, I’m going to feel grateful. Grateful that my move is of my choosing, that I’m excited about where I’m going, and that I’ve been lucky enough to work in jobs that have made this financially possible.
As they say, it’s all in your perspective.
pithypants 
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