It’s 5am on garbage day
I’ve been quite productive of late–sorting through all my belongings (along with leftovers from the old business). All this in preparation for a move this weekend.
This weekend. It all seems terribly whirlwind, but it’s actually been in the works a while.
I’m leaving Northside, and that is quite sad. My mom still has a place here though (and a spare bedroom) so I’ll still have a place to hang my hat in a neighborhood I love. We won’t be too terribly far apart in the scheme of things. I’ll be heading up to Centerville, Ohio – an outer burb of Dayton, forty some odd miles north.
Am I crazy? Perhaps. But I’ll be splitting bills with the fella whose company I relish. We’re wrestling with the terminology as “boyfriend” sounds lame.
Enough about that, for now.
I’m pruning 34 years of cruft I’ve been toting around. Memories pull me aside from the task at hand. Old notes, photographs, mix tapes, detritus from school projects, a card from my dad saying “Happy Birthday, Miss You, Love, Dad” and I’m trying to reconcile if I wasn’t there enough for him, or did he write this because I was simply away for college?
Ticket stubs from trips when I was first coming out. Remembering that sometimes the path was grueling.
A slip of lined notebook paper with a drawing for a homecoming float. Drawn by a fella in high school who won’t speak to me because I’m gay. How I’d like to send it back with a note and hopes that perhaps he’s done some changing too.
Alongside the stack of packed boxes is a pile of trashbags, each filled carefully so as not to break open from the weight of their contents. I will take them to the curb as the sun rises so the alleycats won’t have too mich time to get curious.
I survey progress, these boxes and trashbags – mentally playing Tetris with blocks of time and obligations over the next few days.
There is such momentum as this autumn approaches.
I’m looking forward to things settling a bit, taking deep breaths, and carving out some quality time for gratitude.