Packing is one of my least favorite, if not THE least favorite, things to do. It makes me a bit sad. Even when it is packing to go on holiday for which I am super excited about, I hate to pack. ๐
There are remnants of fear and worry that are associated with packing for me. It used to mean that I was not coming back to the place or that I might never see the people I was with ever again without my knowing it nor being able to say good-bye.
Of course, this isย no longer a valid worry – save a sudden accident (knock on wood!!).
Still, I do not like packing. If I could, I would have a set of clothes just for travel and then upon washing and cleaning them when I returned home, would sit in the suitcase to wait until the next trip. This may still happen! ๐
Despite this, I am excited about packing up this time. While the process is not fun, (been filling garbage bags and organizing for the good part of the last two days with a couple more ahead) it is nice to prepare to move to M’s and my first home together. We have stayed at each other’s places and then moved into my university housing, but it has never beenย our home.
So, as I throw things away and remember fondly on bits and pieces – because I do remember where and when I get most of my things – I also acknowledge that my life has changed and is changing. The chapter of my life being an English language teacher and being either unhappily married, divorced or single, is really ending (nearly endED!).
Now, after a month of learning to do very little while waiting for our new home to become free, I can excitedly work to creating a new happy, healthy, comfortable and love-filled home with my husband. This home will express both of our life experiences so far, whilst building on those we will share together. Also, I hope to bring in peace and calm to the new place to represent my new career path.
Thus, packing up a chapter of my life is not filled with fear and worry this time around. Rather, it’s an exciting step onward to what is coming next.
~T ๐
