Driving with your loved one in the passenger seat (I was going to write 'driving with the wife') is always a pleasure. She continuously warns you of all the potential hazards that may be coming up, gently guides you to merging in the correct lane at the proper time, warns you of upcoming yellow or red lights, tells you not to break to strong, keeps you informed that she is on the right side of the car and is most vulnerable when cars get too close on that side, keeps track of the rain and informs you to turn the wiper slower or faster to make sure you have proper view, etc.
I really look forward to driving the 3000 miles with her by my side.
A good thing the greyhounds will probably just sit back and relax in the back and sleep all the way.
Doggies !!!!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Feeling Light
Throwing away your own stuff, selling stuff, deciding what is essential to your life, and what is not. I am starting to feel light (again). What a great feeling!
"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."
"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."
Junk
Never underestimate the amount of junk that you can collect over time. Actually, the easiest way to find out is to just make a decision to move 3000 miles, and start boxing things up. WOW.
As I go through all the things in my house, I feel like I am watching the last 12 years of my life pass by, like in a movie. Happy and sad memories all come back. It is quite an emotional journey and an exercise in letting go.
As I post this comment, the garbage truck is taking some of our things and destroying them and it is a little unsettling. I feel like running outside and shouting "Stop! These are my things!". But my brain tells me I cannot keep them all and they are not useful anymore, so I have to let go.
I still have lots of boxes to fill up. So I am going to stop now. I leave you with a few pictures of boxes and the greyhounds hard at work :-)! I will come back later.



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