The slowly disappearing home
As much as I try to ignore it, my home is slowly disappearing. We are two weeks out now from leaving Virginia. The pictures are off the walls, we are sleeping on the floor, and someone just drove away with our second to last sofa. Suitcases are packed and crowded into the corner waiting to be loaded into a rental van. I am trying to find homes for half-used laundry soap and Panko bread crumbs because I can't stand waste and throwing it away bothers me. Half of me is so sad to leave and half of me is excited to arrive in Ecuador. My shoulders ache from lifting suitcases to test the weight (and maybe a little from anxiety). I fear I will forget a million things, but I'm trying my best to remember them all. Time with family has been ramped up a bit; we just celebrated my parent's 50th wedding anniversary a few days ago with both of my brothers and their families. I think I have seen family more in the last month than in the last year combined....