We are moving… not the blog: our family. Is moving. It’s a happy move – not far from where we are now. So there is no hiccup in the kids’ lives really. They are near the same streets, the same friends, even get to walk and go to the same schools. We just get a house, and a yard and SPACE. That always elusive thing in NYC – space. I feel like I won the lottery. I have to pinch myself when I wake in the morning and remember it’s really going to happen. And at the same time I feel tremendously anxious about the quantity of things to pack. Last time we moved it was basically my stuff, my husband’s things, and about 4 boxes of Ezra’s toys and clothes. Now we are 4 people with scads of memorabilia and belongings.
What stays? What goes? This is what I’ve been spending my week pondering while the kids are away. They can’t see me toss it or – as Ezra said a few weeks ago when he donated some toys – it’s like watching me toss their babyhood away (so poetic he is – and heart breaking!)
And of course I’m a mom so I can barely part with school art and awards and toys and clothes that still smell like the newborn that my kids were just a minute ago. Do I take a photo and toss it? Donate it? With a move to a bigger home it’s so tempting to just drag it along ..
pretty stuff photo by johnny-miller.com