Boxed

Almost all of my kitchen, den, and dining room are now nicely packaged and ready to roll! I got even more done than I expected, thanks to the kind LJ folk who made their way out to my place this weekend. I finally got to meet rm in person. She is such a wonderful combination of that soft fierceness and humor one finds so often in southern women that I liked her instantly. We shared gossip, junk food, and thoughts about writing for the stage. We were later joined by coyotegoth who is very kind and quiet in a smart sort of way. It's always so nice when you meet people and feel almost instantly comfortable with them.

Today brought even more help, as nandan, tamperevident, and muzer all rode to the rescue, ready to wrestle all my bubble wrap and packing tape into submission. I spent the whole day enjoying all the company and thinking how lucky I was to have such good friends here.

The "For Sale" sign was pushed into the ground late yesterday. I try hard now not to think about might have had or could have been because therein lies the road to despair. I am, for all my Piscean romanticism and dreaminess, a pragmatist in the face of duress or unhappy circumstance. Once again, it's the moon that saves me as my lunar sign is the sturdy and stubborn Taurus. I simply accept things as they are now, without moving beyond or behind them in my head. This moment is the perfect teacher. I remind myself of that over and over until I begin to understand it is true. I am learning. I am learning about myself and about how I want to be in the world. I am learning about fear and how it disappears when you turn and look it right in its fucking eye. I am learning what sort of strength it takes to forgive without giving in or giving up. I am learning how to move forward without letting this moment blur as I pass through it.