la premiere sortie

The moving process today burned everyone out. Whitney was found staring blankly at the canned fruit, unable to decide whether she wanted canned peaches or pineapple. It was yet another decision after making thousands for two days straight. There are things in my room we had plenty of room for today, but I couldn't touch another thing. Moving anything from its spot in there would mean moving it at least 3 more times before it found a place in the new house. My ability to deal with it dropped out early on, and I did a lot of packing while being, emotionally, curled up in the corner wanting it all to go away.

Leaving today was a familiar feeling. It was goodbye to a very close friend. It felt like an airport, or someone else's packed car. Departure.

I'll not come back the same. But no matter what becomes of that room, that house, that yard, that infinite wilderness of my childhood, it will always be partly mine.