Last night Dave and I were talking about how difficult the past few months must have been for Annabelle, to be surrounded with someone else's belongings. Or no belongings at all. We both feel relieved to have our loved linens, books, toys, etc all back together with us.
After spending several hours unpacking and trying to fit the house together, it still looked like this:
Oh my.How is it possible to unpack and unpack and unpack some more and still have this disaster to face every time you look up? This afternoon I stood still for a moment, in the middle of it all. Annabelle sat on the floor in the kitchen watching me.
Annabelle :: Guess what?
Me :: What?
Annabelle :: This house looks like our house in ____ville now!
Me :: Yes! It does, doesn't it?
Annabelle :: Only. (pause) It is a LOT smaller.
Me :: (silently considering the trade from our home on 1/2 acre to this apartment)
Annabelle :: Our house in Oregon was VERY BIG.
(pause)
Annabelle :: Where are all this things going to go?
Me :: I'm not sure.
Annabelle :: (arms spread wide) In Oregon we had THIS MUCH SPACE! My room was THIS BIG!
(pause, looking around)
Annabelle :: (two fingers pressed together tight) In this house my room is this small and I can not fit my things!
Me :: (laughing) We'll be just fine.
The really funny thing is that we are not the collecting sort. You might even say that we live very lean when it comes to stuff. Having stuff is not my art form. But I am very skilled in getting rid of things! In fact, it makes me kind of happy to look at that big pile of boxes and imagine how many boxes we'll fill with stuff to give away. I'm already up to two.
Let me know if you want anything, I'll just set it aside.
