in-between

An often overlooked benefit of moving is that it forces one to reevaluate life and begs the question "Do I really need to take that thing along with me clear across the country?" I'm staring at an empty apartment and 2 suitcases are all that I've held on to. It is kind of like reducing your life to its simplest factors and it makes you wonder do I really need all that other clutter? Dr Wei looked me in the eye and said travel light and happy trails (well not exactly in those words) and point well taken. I enjoy spring cleaning and there is something very liberating about getting rid of several bags of garbage. Stuff you just accumulate and are not quite sure why you are holding on to in the first place. I'm in an in-between place right now -- I watched my car and almost everything I own being loaded on a truck and am sitting in an empty apartment on the floor with a laptop. It is almost like deja vu because just about 4 years ago I was sitting right in this spot in an empty apartment listening to my typing amplified in the empty rooms. It was just like this when I moved from the east village and the upper east side of Manhattan. What was it that Jackie said about "finding yourself in the same place over and over again until you get it exactly right?" I leave for Portland on Thursday and with the exception of my family, things I had identified as 'home' are traveling at 70 MPH due west and slightly north. Until I reconnect in Portland with the part of my life on a truck and get a sense of my own in my new home I think I'd say it feels like being 'in-between'. In-between is a transitional state where you can reflect, grow, and plan the next phase of your life. I'm looking forward to the next major change and looking back at the last one with a smile and an occasional laugh. What a ride and its just getting started. Hold on to your hats ... Next stop the west coast.


Comments

Jacob Mathai said…
Thanks! Travelling light is a good thing.
DreamCatcher said…
This brought back a whole lot of memories....both smiles and tears...of all the times I grew roots, uprooted and transplanted elsewhere...