A month or so ago I contacted the same moving company that moved me here to Kingston then moved me out of W's house and into my apartment and told them I was moving again. Yes again -- that's 3 moves in 4 1/2 years. I am becoming a pro.
The other two moves I had the movers do everything - pack and move me. This time I decided there was no rush and definitely no full time job so I would pack myself. I thought after 2 moves I would be a pro at packing. Nah not so much. I have spent the last two days packing up my stuff....... despite downsizing before each move I still seem to have mounds of 'stuff'.
11 boxes and still going strong! and I am pooped.
Yesterday afternoon while I was packing up books and photo albums I pulled out a large red one that didn't ring any bells. I opened it..........
And memories flooded back. It was so much more than a photo album -- it was a scrapbook my two girls made me for my 60th birthday. I went through it like I was seeing it for the first time...... there were pictures of me when I was a baby right through to my birthday -- there were pictures of my girls and my grandchildren and my furbaby grandkids. And there was a letter from each girl to me. I took the letters out and reread them... and cried. Beautiful words from beautiful women -- I hardly recognised the woman they were describing.
These last few months have been such a period of growth and change for me..... I am seeing life and myself differently... I am growing and improving and maybe becoming the woman and mother my girls wrote about...........
And that is indeed a very good thing!