No place is forever and no one moment in time lasts a lifetime. In a romantic sense we can say it does but the reality is another.
As I sit here and look around, I can see each piece of memory disappearing as if it had never happened. It will be as if I never occupied this space in time, this physical space.
Over the years I have perfected the art of moving.
I can pack and unpack and set up shop in less than 24 hours. In an instant, if I really wanted I could leave it all behind or take it all with me and leave no trace for the future to know me.
Its not an exaggeration and it is not something I am sorry for, but a skill that has served me in its time. I try to make every place a home, because I miss my own and I often miss all the noise of my wonderfully flawed family. I believe in community at all levels.
I've slept on floors, sofas, and at last my own bedroom. I've moved several times with my family and on my own.
So as I finally pack up and this nostalgia is put to rest, I also smile. Because while it is overwhelming; it is also exciting.
Moving means a new start and it means simplifying. Since I don't have to rush and I am an expert mover I can simplify my belongings which are many for just one person. I can lessen the load I've accumulated and breathe in the new beginnings awaiting.
Wherever I go I carry my colors, my hope, and my love with me. My faith in my Lord sees me through and at this very moment I am no longer overwhelmed.
Simplify
