A week ago our U-Haul rolled up to our new home, and we spent the day unloading and arranging. I’m happy to report that most areas of our home are orderly and functional, but we have a few last bastions, hanging on for dear life and rejecting any attempt at order. Our sun porch has become the dump site for cardboard and other packing paraphernalia we intend to recycle or give away for reuse. The garbage collection company where I ordered the recycle service forgot to deliver the bin, not that all that treasure would fit anyway, but alas, a small dent is still a dent, nonetheless.
I finally found Todd’s toiletry bag I so carefully placed in a spot where it could be easily located. Folks, I had most of the books unpacked and on shelves before I found that thing, but at least now he will smell like himself with the deodorant he prefers instead of the cheap stuff I bought for his temporary use. For the record, I did buy him a toothbrush while searching for the elusive toiletries. Now if only I could remember where my razor went…
The real stronghold is in the “big closet.” I carefully labeled every box to make sure we did not have a repeat of our move twenty-four years ago with our little Cassie in tow. If a box didn’t have a label, Todd stood at the door telling people to put it in the big closet, the master closet that I was so excited to organize. Y’all… by the end of that day, that closet was floor to ceiling boxes. I couldn’t even crawl in over the boxes that landed there.
Our closet today is far bigger than that one, and while it has many boxes, it’s much more orderly. The years have wizened me where packing and labeling are concerned, and though it may look a disorderly mess, I can assure you, I know where everything is–except that stinkin’ razor.
One day soon, we’ll take a date to the local big-box store and find ourselves an organizational system that will suit our needs, and the closet will settle as will our lives. We’re busy getting adjusted to our new normal, and I guess our closet will too.
…and that’s the view from My Front Porch.