A Picture Post of Packing

“It’s good to do uncomfortable things. It’s weight training for life.”
― Anne LamottPlan B: Further Thoughts on Faith

Exhaustion is an overwhelming feeling. It dulls all other sensations. I imagine the next days and weeks, the detox of my emotions will yield an interesting uncovering of my feelings. I don’t know how most people deal with major life changes, but I tend to deal by pushing forward. I set my eyes on where I am going, and little can distract from that.

Some would say that kind of single-mindedness is a gift. I don’t know if I would agree. For me, I know no other way. It just is what it is. It is never comfortable, and then, when it is over, the wave of all I have held at bay rushes over me.

Yesterday we finished packing and loaded a POD to the brim. I’ll easily admit that I was not connected to the process for a lot of its unfolding. I wasn’t crying or laughing. I wasn’t fighting or relaxing. I was only being swept along by the current of events set in motion.

Then my son said goodbye to his best friend. Goodbye, from such little mouths, with such sweet faces, distracted me from my purpose enough to feel it. And I cried. I cried enough to know that there will be more tears.

Tears are funny. (Odd statement, I know.) They come in happiness, in sadness, in anger, in desperation. The breakdown walls we build up with pretense. They remind us we are not machines. We are feeling human beings. We lose and gain. We begin and end. Then we do it all again.

A special thanks goes out to Brian, John, and Stephen. The move would not have happened without you fellas. My love goes to my Brooklyn family — Nadia, Jonah, Sophia, Harold, Julie and Lewis — you gave me gifts everyday by your presence. To my landlord — a huge thanks for the home and the peace-of-mind in having such good people looking out for us. To my Manhattan pals — Amy and Anna — your fabulousness is unmatched.

Now, a sampling of the process by picture!

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6 thoughts on “A Picture Post of Packing

  1. Please make a slight revision to the past two months, precisely at the point when we are sitting in that fancy restaurant and you tell me you are leaving–make something less dramatic and depressing happen there, something that does not involve you moving away. …O.K. Fine. This is real life. I suppose I will have to try to accept that you no longer live down the street.
    I hope you’re getting some rest today. Soon you’ll be unpacking and finding your footing in your beautiful new home–and you’ll have grass beneath your feet in the spring!
    We miss you!
    Love, Julie and Lewis

    1. Rebekah

      LOL. I love this for a few reasons. One: Me moving is a way better plot twist, from a literary POV. No one saw THAT coming. Two: Very clever comment, Agent Julie. Three: Because it so artfully reveals your feelings. Thank you for the encouragement. We will talk soon. Get your phone fixed!

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