Packing, packing, packing. The house is beginning to make me feel I’m in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault at Gringotts and everything seems to be multiplying… I am determined though. Bit by bit, a cupboard here, a shelf there, everything is finding its way into a box.
Yes, I am moving. How many times does that make? Let me count…
Well, there was the trip from Texas to California, back in 1975. Two or three times in San Jose/Santa Clara, then a trip down south in 1978. Back to San Jose in 1980, to my sister’s house. To an apartment near SJSU, then back to my sister’s house. The next move was to Santa Clara, then South San Jose in 1989. From there, I moved to Oakdale in 1996. In Oakdale, I moved twice. Then I moved to Modesto, then back to the same sister’s house, this time in Oakdale. From there I moved back to Modesto. And now, once more into the breach! I’m moving to So Cal!
I think I wrote one time about how fascinating it was to me to meet someone who had grown up and lived in the same town, never having moved much further than down the street from their parents’ house. To meet someone with “roots” like that, was so foreign to this rolling stone, I think I called myself then. And once again, I am moving on… with as much planning as has ever been done by me with any of my other moves (read not much).
This was the music that helped me packed tonight.
All Things Elda 