Without fail, every time we have a celebration and my nephew is in attendance, should there happen to be a gift placed in a box he will exclaim "It's a box! You've always wanted a box!" I love this for two reasons- 1. It’s just one of those "family lines" that is always repeated and 2. His sarcastic sense of humor is starting to rival my own, and God only knows I love me some good sarcasm.
Today, however, a box (or the 78 or so scattered around this house) is not necessarily what I wanted.
Today I closed on my house. Today the movers unloaded all of said boxes (along with a crazy mode-podge of furniture) into the house.
It also happens to be my birthday.
Yes, I do believe that it is somewhat cool, with a touch of kismet mixed with good fortune, that I took possession of my house on my birthday. The universe is pretty much screaming "re-birth" into my ear, and in the years to come it will be a definitive "marker" to gage progress in my life. But not today. Today I just feel overwhelmed. The towering stack of boxes looming over me, daring me to find a home for all this stuff; the sense of loss I am struggling with because I am not with my girls today- that they were not here to greet me in the morning with birthday hugs and kisses; and the emotional realization that- OMG- I did it, I moved, I am finally turning the page to the next chapter in my life- is all rolled up into today. I am a believer in a few things- that you need to face the challenges in life in order to appreciate the good times... That I am strong... That when I begin to lose faith in myself I have amazing family and friends that pick me up, let me vent, or kick my ass if need be... But most of all I do believe that where you are in life is exactly where you need to be in that moment and you should do everything you can to embrace it.
I just wish where I was didn't involve so many damn boxes.
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