If you want a glimpse of who you might be, and what you love, move. I mean that. In the last month, I took on the challenge of moving to a new home. What makes this an adventure is that I moved from not one, or two, but three different locations. And now, a month later, there are times in my unpacking when I open an unlabeled box completely unsure of what I’ll find inside.
The moving boxes that were held in storage serve as little time capsules, and points in my life. There are boxes of old notebooks, filled with my own writing. There are corded and cordless telephones, an answering machine, VHS tapes, and even a caller-ID box. It’s a fascinating tribute to how much our lives have changed in the last fifteen to twenty years.
The most pleasant discoveries so far, are finding the items I used to collect. I’d forgotten how much I loved mirrored and glass boxes, decorative framed pictures of friends, and small ornamented globes.
Every day is an adventure of discovery, as my current life makes way and room for my old life. Thirty-two days later, I’m still living in the pseudo crowded chaos of moving boxes, but I’m also excited at the possibilities of what will be revealed by each newly opened box.