almost five years. I”m not anxious to pack everything again and take off. Frankly, it”s a lot of hard work. Stress is really kicking in just thinking about what all I have to do.
I can only imagine how stressful it was on the pioneers. They threw their belongings in a wagon and hit the road. I”m sure they started out with such high hopes. At least that”s what”s driving me.
But deciding what would fit in a wagon must”ve been hard. After all, those wagons didn”t have much room. The things they thought were so important in the beginning lost their value as the trip wore on. Some tried to take organs and pianos, fancy dishes, books, boxes of precious memories. But along the way, lots of stuff had to be tossed and left at the side of the trail.
And that”s what I”m doing before I even start out. I”m ruthlessly discarding things that I thought I couldn”t live without five years ago. It”s time to lighten the load. Thirty plus boxes of books are not going to make it to my next destination. My wagon isn”t large enough this time. But Lord, how it”s killing me to part with them!
Other things that are going to have to be gone through with a ruthless eye are my kitchen cabinets. I don”t need that many dishes. Heck, I don”t cook anyway! Don”t need all that “stuff.”
Yep, my work is cut out for me. I wonder how far in advance those pioneers planned in advance of the move. I”m giving myself about two months. I doubt they had that long. I can envision a husband coming in and telling the wife that they”re hitting the trail in two weeks or a month.
I really envy their ability to put their belongings in just a small wagon. It”ll take a moving van to cart all my things. I dream about one day putting everything I own in my car and setting out. Sure would make it lots easier.
(The picture here is a 1926 moving van. Thought it was neat.)
I”m sure you”re all curious about my destination. I”m going to Amarillo. It”s in the Texas Panhandle. It”s where Filly sister Phyliss Miranda lives. It”ll be nice living in the same town with her. But that”s not exactly the reason I”m going. I”m wanting to be closer to my neurologist. Instead of two plus hours away it”ll only be across town. You don”t know what a relief it will be not to have to make that trip every four weeks. And I really think this move will be good for my career. Amarillo has a large writing family.
Don”t be surprised if you see boxes of books strung along the trail. I”ll be the one to blame.
But now I need to see if you have any advice for me.
Happy Trails to me!!