The Stuff Arrives

Posted by Marlene Moore Gordon in Marlene's Musings | 0 comments

Feb. 13^th.

Three moving men, a few armoires, a couple of dozen boxes, it didn’t seem like this much when we packed it, especially considering all that we already let go of before our move.

Robert and I look at each other as if we are about to be buried alive. I tell myself it’s just one box at a time and whatever I don’t need or want I can still give away. This is progress; we once had several large storage spaces. We are doing great!

My car arrives a few hours later. We go out for a late night Starbucks coffee to celebrate the safe arrival of our possessions. I reach across for his hand and tell my husband how grateful I am that we are together beginning this new life, that he is my best friend and the love of my life. He agrees, we smile with our hearts and share our dessert.