January 22: The movers arrived at precisely 9:00AM and were finished by noon. Everything I own in the entire world (OK that’s a stretch – I left a lot for Marisa to sort out) moved from one end of the City to the other in 3 hours flat. Having spent almost 25 years in the house, I am surprised at how it feels to leave it behind so quickly. I had expected it to be more emotional and difficult, but in reality, it felt like simply turning a page. Making a welcome change.
The process of sorting through rooms of stuff forced me to confront the uncomfortable fact that the keepsakes that are so meaningful to me, are essentially junk to someone else. The souvenirs, the talismans and ephemera are all pretty much meaningless to anyone but me. Yet I kept them.
The other process, just beginning, is figuring out this new place to live ….