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asato_muraki) wrote2009-06-20 12:42 pm
asato_muraki) wrote2009-06-20 12:42 pm
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I feel like a geologist
... sifting through the layers of the geological record. Going through mounds of crap left unexamined for years but once deemed worthy of keeping has been a revelation.
Pictures, picture frames, scrapbooking supplies and so forth have now been consolidated, years of paperwork sorted through. I still had all the legal docs from a minor fender-bender in 1994, and a lot of my pay stubs from the government. Sure, I need to keep my separation papers and so forth, just in case I ever get desperate enough to revisit the hell of civil service, but still.
I cleaned out my beloved oak roll-top desk, the first bit of new furniture I ever bought. It had been sitting in our entryway with photos displayed on top of it and a multitude of junk hidden beneath its rolling top. I found all sorts of neat stuff, and cleared out enough space to collect and file the writing I did before I had my own computer. Plus, the notes from my Ancient Greek classes (the only college course whose materials I've kept.
I found pictures of me and my Beloved from back then, and added one special memory of us to a picture frame displayed on top. *happy sigh* I'm going to hold onto this image of a clean, orderly home in which I can find things that are useful, beautiful or meaningful to me. I'm going to have faith that there will be a place like that in my future in New Orleans, though the road to finding it may be a long one. We can do this.
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We got Wee Boy's class assignment and supplies list for next year in the mail. The one lingering worry about moving now is that he will not get that last year at this really great school around the corner. But, he's been accepted to a free public homeschooling program that is coordinated online, so I can make sure we get to do a lot of the same cool stuff.
It's going to be super-hard for him to leave behind his friend Jake from down the street. Jake practically lives here, most days. I'm going to miss him, too.
I guess I just have to have faith that we will find appropriate social outlets for both my boys in our new hometown.
Pictures, picture frames, scrapbooking supplies and so forth have now been consolidated, years of paperwork sorted through. I still had all the legal docs from a minor fender-bender in 1994, and a lot of my pay stubs from the government. Sure, I need to keep my separation papers and so forth, just in case I ever get desperate enough to revisit the hell of civil service, but still.
I cleaned out my beloved oak roll-top desk, the first bit of new furniture I ever bought. It had been sitting in our entryway with photos displayed on top of it and a multitude of junk hidden beneath its rolling top. I found all sorts of neat stuff, and cleared out enough space to collect and file the writing I did before I had my own computer. Plus, the notes from my Ancient Greek classes (the only college course whose materials I've kept.
I found pictures of me and my Beloved from back then, and added one special memory of us to a picture frame displayed on top. *happy sigh* I'm going to hold onto this image of a clean, orderly home in which I can find things that are useful, beautiful or meaningful to me. I'm going to have faith that there will be a place like that in my future in New Orleans, though the road to finding it may be a long one. We can do this.
***
We got Wee Boy's class assignment and supplies list for next year in the mail. The one lingering worry about moving now is that he will not get that last year at this really great school around the corner. But, he's been accepted to a free public homeschooling program that is coordinated online, so I can make sure we get to do a lot of the same cool stuff.
It's going to be super-hard for him to leave behind his friend Jake from down the street. Jake practically lives here, most days. I'm going to miss him, too.
I guess I just have to have faith that we will find appropriate social outlets for both my boys in our new hometown.