Pack It Up

Our home in Lincoln is gone. Yes, we still have a roof over our head and a place to sleep at night, but the place we called home is gone. Our dining room table is buried beneath paper, packing material, and other assorted stuff. Empty boxes liter the living room and packed boxes sit patiently stacked against the walls of our living room and in our guest room. Everyday, more of our stuff disappears from the walls, counters, and dressers. Our warm little house is looking bare and white and it’s never going to be the same again.

It’s amazing some of the things you remember when you’re packing up. Some of them are little things. As I walked up the basement stairs, I remembered putting the banister back up after moving in. I remember hauling the mattress from the guest room downstairs to cuddle up and watch movies for the day. And then, of course, there are the big things. I remember tying a rose to the front door and decorating the living room with candles and flowers on the day we got engaged.

We’ve had more than our share of good memories in our duplex and they do tend to come flooding back as you pack everything up. The thing is, after you move enough times, you realize that your memories aren’t tied to geography. We’re leaving the duplex behind, not our past. And even as we look back on the great times we’ve had in the duplex, we know there are plenty of good times waiting for us in Albany. It’s nice to look back and remember the good times, but you can’t ever miss the fact that there’s always more to come.