Hey friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written in this space, but do not fear. I’m coming back – slowly but surely. Today I’m over at Little Did She Know with Cara Strickland talking about Boxes. You know? The ones we use for packing up, putting away, and moving. I first met Cara last year through an online writing community and have enjoyed reading her stories, and I think you will too. I hope you enjoy my post over at her place. Here’s a snippet.
I recently moved. While some people find moving exciting, I do not. It’s rather frustrating to have to pack, wrap, carefully place, and tape things up. You never realize how much stuff you have until you move. All of a sudden you see yourself as some kind of hoarder in need of an intervention. The last move I made was a matter of unexpected and unintended consequence. I was grateful to have had a place to land with family.How does one remember the fullness of a life if it’s tucked away in cardboard? de(tales) story… Click To Tweet
All my life was abruptly packed, wrapped, put away, and stored in the darkness of a garage. That was over two years ago. It wasn’t until I began the tedious process of unpacking the boxes that I realized how full my life had been. Maybe it can be full again. How does one remember the fullness of a life if it’s tucked away in cardboard? I remembered how I was no longer physically holding space for all the many things I wanted, owned, needed, or cherished. Moving sometimes does that to you.
Hop on over to Cara’s place to read the rest of the story. I’d love to see you there! Happy Reading!