I want to not pack. Ever. Again. I can pack to go on a holiday but I am so. sick. of. packing. my. life. I keep doing a little bit and then giving up. But I can't. I can't just stop as much as I would really love to. I am leaving for Pune tomorrow at 11am and I wish it was as simple as that but no, I'm not just packing for a nice short trip to Pune to then come back to Ooty. Oh no, I'm going to Pune and then coming back to Bangalore for a day. And then getting on a train to Kolkata (for a wedding) and then getting on the train to Mumbai. I know. Yes, I did this. And I want to do this and I am grateful for the chance to travel and for all the interesting things that I will be doing but I wish I had a home to come back to. Not boxes and more stuff in limbo. I want to come back to a home. With a bed, ready for me to collapse on. A washing machine to throw all my dirty clothes into. Curtains on windows that I have played a role in picking out. A fridge with food in it. A dining table to sit at and somebody to eat with and share my stories with. I am just so sick of this.
Soon, soon, soon! Just a few more months, Tina, you will have all this and more! Hang in there. Remember your faith, because I've seen it help you so much.
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ReplyDeleteNothing but empathy here! I've moved every four months for the last year and about every 8 months for the 4yrs before that! I have learned that packing sucks and I should really stop buying books :P
ReplyDeleteLove you! Here's hoping you get your wish soon :) xx
I will pick out said dining table. And there will be curtains you picked out. Count on it.
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There's a time and place for all things while you endure situations some of which are by choice while others happen for a purpose. Unconditional acceptance makes the journey easier. Your personal space and own domain with bed, dining table, curtains........are not very far away - so hang on!! Love you.
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