My Life in Boxes

Or what my life looks like right now . . . feels like just yesterday I was packing boxes, unpacking boxes, and here we go again . . . .

The quilt room, all packed up now . . .

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Dont you wish you could blink and you can find your self all settled in your new place? box free?!

Ugh i hate packing 😦

Comment by danderma | March 11, 2010 | Reply
Oh Danderma, YES!

There are a couple good things though . . . every time I move, I have to evaluate how much I need/want something. I am shocked at how much I seem to feel I need to have with me. Moving helps me keep my things from collecting too much.

On the other hand, I have to examine my conscience, too, and ask why I put so much value on THINGS. They are just THINGS. We can get all wrapped up in things and forget the more important aspects of life, you know? Moving forces me to face that I could lose all these things, and how much would it matter? What really matters in my life? Moving forces me to face these questions . . .

Oops, too much thinking, I am tired now . . . .(LLOOOLLLL!)

Comment by intlxpatr | March 11, 2010 | Reply
shudder, shudder, shudder!!!!!!!! I don’t want to see–LOL!

Comment by momcat | March 11, 2010 | Reply
LLLOOOLLL, Momcat, you’ve seen enough!

Comment by intlxpatr | March 11, 2010 | Reply
Oups – safe travels& moving!

Comment by Nicole | March 15, 2010 | Reply

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