Remember how time moved differently when you were a child? The eager anticipation for a birthday, Christmas, a special trip or some event made time draaaaaggggg so slowly that it seemed it would never come.
And as you became older, time seemed to speed up. Right? All of a sudden it is back to school and Christmas is around the corner. And tomorrow we will be here again but it will be 2014 instead. Or so it seems.
Right now time is dragging again for me. We anticipated leaving Huntington this past Friday and now it will be next Saturday. The moving company had trouble finding a truck going the right way with the right amount of space, and so, we wait.
I have started making a joke that there is one truck that drives from east to west, and then returns west to east, and they didn’t have room for us last week. So, after they return to the east coast this week, they will stop here on Friday. Only a joke people, there are more than one truck. Maybe two or three. 🙂
This move has been a series of “hurry up and wait.” First we decluttered the house over last winter in order to make it look more roomy for prospective buyers. Then we put it on the market and had to wait for that buyer who saw our house as theirs…and understand that we needed to let go of the emotional attachment to that structure. Then we had to wait…and wait…and wait…for the closing. And now, the moving truck.
This past birthday I turned 59 and mentioned to my youngest that I had perhaps fifteen years left. He immediately scolded me for saying I was dying but I pointed out no, I was merely recognizing that my productive years with good energy and adequate health was getting limited. I have a lot I still want to do so I better get going and use my time wisely.
Yes, we have rocking chairs for the porch…..and we occasionally sit there with glasses of wine at the end of the day reviewing what has been and what will be. That is a nice slow down. Can’t wait to position them on my new porch and enjoy that view.