IT"S DONE. The sweat, strained muscles, exhaustion, stress, and the 'lil worrisomes attatched have diminished. I am expedient and rhapsodic. Summer can enclose me with her arms, and leave me her passionate kisses.
If there is one thing I dis-favour, and puts a hasty damper in my day- it's moving. I walked down the stairs of our current apartment and stared into a bleak, dreary oblivion, running with a million-and-one questions, "I need boxes. Where can I get tape? What will I rid myself of? Why did my husband leave me with all this moving? Who can help me? Who will watch my daughter?" I tend to run right-into-the-grind bridging into pestimestic reviews.
I wanted to spend the last month with the husband in great elation without hostility, without complaint or self-haughtiness. I told him to leave the moving to me (after he left). Of course, the husband offered repeatively that we "should" do it together. I declined, knowing the best of my intentions could be the worst. I did not want to his departure to be overbearing.
It's taken me the entire month of June; traveling to-and-from our current home to my in-laws in my little Toyota Camry. However, I can not take any of the credit. Thank you to B's family, 100 percent. Thank you to my parents for lending me their truck, and their services during the weekends. I suppose I am announcing just how much stuff I have.
I am done looking at brown, lifeless cardboard boxes. I am ready to bath in the waters of summer. I am ready to take spend more days lying in the grass, and contemplating about the smallness of me. I am overwhelmed and ecstatic to disburse all the lovin' to my family, and especially to my little dancing hair.
I hope you are having a most pleasurable summer as well :)
*The picture featured above was taken by my nostalgic husband. He adores nature hikes, and he knows my favourite pictures are those of me looking up from the bed of the earth.
