I hate the thought of moving from one place to another. I hate to think about packing and wrapping and getting boxes. I hate to think of being in a new place, surrounded by boxes and not being able to find my shoes in the morning. The thought of unpacking all that mess is not pleasant either.
The irony of all that negativity is that I am actually quite good at moving. I love to be organized and have my things "just so." I love hanging my pictures and showing off my various collections Coca-Cola stuff, New York City items and vast array of books.
My family and I have moved quite a bit for various reasons. My first move was quite traumatic for me. My parents uprooted us from my childhood home in St. Louis to head South. Now that doesn't sound too bad but my somewhat bigoted father had drilled into our heads that the South was the land of the ignorant. You can imagine that we were not thrilled to be thrust into that culture. Of course, he was wrong but that's another story. As I wrote last week, I am thrilled to be back in Georgia.
Anyway, my husband and I have moved around to accommodate my career choices. His work always kept him on the road so it never mattered where we lived as far as he was concerned. This time, it's different, however. He has a new job same industry but new job that does not require him to travel. It is the first time in probably 15 years that he returns home at the end of the day instead of to a motel.
Needless to say, this is quite an adjustment for us. For lo these many years, I have had a house to myself for most of the week. I would come home from work to peace and quiet, not worry about dinner or cleaning, but also look forward to his return on the weekend. He had his own routine as well. His day begins at 6 a.m. so he'd often nap upon his return to the motel and not eat until 9 or 10 p.m. We are both having to adjust to each other. After nearly 27 years of marriage, it is odd to go through an adjustment period.
When we moved to Aiken, a lot of boxes remained unpacked, stuffed in closets. I read somewhere that if you don't use something out of a box for six months, you don't need whatever is in that box. I kind of agree but I have a lot of kid-related stuff I cannot throw out. What am I supposed to do with the decorations I bought for my son's rehearsal dinner two years ago? What about school pictures, grade reports and handmade Mother's Day cards?
I cannot bear to part with the many magazines I have, too. When the best sitcom in the history of television, "Seinfeld," went off the air, I bought up magazines with the cast on the cover and articles inside. When John Kennedy Jr. died, I bought and kept magazines about him and his family. Yes, I am a huge Kennedy follower, from childhood. I also follow the British royalty so I have magazines and books about the Windsors. I even married a man named Phillip and named our first child Elizabeth.
So, I have a lot of stuff I can't bear to throw out so the same boxes that followed me to Aiken will follow me back to Georgia. Unopened, unpacked, tucked away to be discovered on a rainy day.
I hope to be moving permanently to this area by the first of the month. Right now, Phillip and I are staying in a motel and don't think that hasn't been fun. Unlike my husband who can get out of town for a week or two with one bag, I am a high-maintenance traveler. I bring my own towel, down pillows and quilt. I even have a small fan beside the bed, not to mention a selection of books. I sometimes wonder what the housekeeping staff must think.
Kathy Jefcoats is the public safety reporter for the Daily Herald. She can be reached at (770) 957-9161 or via e-mail at email@example.com.