Who knew moving one floor up was harder than moving from one place to another? Maybe it's my age. Man, I've never been this tired.
This brings me to the concept of letting go. One thing you need to know about my family is we live a nomadic lifestyle. We move a lot. So moving in with my mom was just another chapter in the journey of going from point A to B.
As I filled boxes with my things, thoughts of moving into a smaller space dawned on me. How was everything going to fit? That was when I realized I had to let go of a few things.
The biggest had to be my books. With the digital age, I've finally given in to switching from physical to electronic. I've also gotten used to listening to my books rather than actually reading them. Although, I do plan on sitting down and reading again. One of these days.
Some books I sold. Most I gave away. I kept a few. Mostly signed copies from authors I love. I even put out a call to my FB friends who might be interested in my complete collections of Lisa Kleypas, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and Ramond E. Feist. I love each these authors to bits, but I couldn't lug around all their books forever. They have given me great joy. Now is the time for them to bring joy to new readers.
I thought the pain of losing my books would be intense. Mostly I feel relieved. I knew they will all go to good homes. Holding on too tightly to things isn't healthy. I learned to slowly let go when Sweetie came into my life and she gifted me with five rambunctious kittens. They may all be grown up now, but that doesn't mean they don't break things.
Now we're all moved in and we're happier than ever. Letting go is like taking off that thick coat when the weather gets suddenly warmer. That sense of relief is real.