Packing once more… a process made somewhat easier by not having unpacked much of it since the Big Move, four long and baffling months ago. Also made less traumatic by the fact that I’m moving less than a kilometer from my current location, to somewhere I can settle properly for at least a few years.
But nonetheless, bollocks to packing your life up into boxes. Too many memories of too many desperate short-notice moves back in the day, of never really unpacking because you knew you’d be loading it all into a friend’s old beater of a car or, at worst, a purloined shopping trolley for the repeated treks across Velcro City to the next temporary abode… those memories run deep. They shape who we are, what we do—for better and for worse.
Selah—the path runs on, and so shall I. It’s what I know.