growing up
looking for a place to live...
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i take minimal stuff with me when moving, usually finding a storage site or friends/family to help me out. i never moved all my life to Madison, WI, and in hindsight it both helped and hurt me. i never established roots there, but at least i'm not looking at a 14 hour trip and back to get stuff...because it's all in Pittsburgh and Columbus.
i have the pleasure of my grandmothers' 90th birthday at the end of this month (the years really do pass by quickly as you get older) and i'm hopefully hitching a ride up, and the renting a truck to carry everything back down.
Everything.
it makes me pause. i committed myself to Pittsburgh, loved/hated it, but i was established, set, made a life. Madison was always a stopover point, just a station, but i didn't know where the next stop was. i moved everything, boxes, crates, of crap from grade school. model aircraft carriers, posters of science fair stuff, everything. granted i cleaned it all out finally in The Great Purge of 2002, but the people who bought my place in Pitts had a lot of crap to sort thru.
and now, i'm taking a trip up there at the end of the month, gonna rent a truck, and just gather my life. it's frightening. reclaiming yourself from storage, from on pause, from...well, i don't even know anymore.
my father finally wants to put his old house on the market. i'm reminded of how the red maple in front of where i grew up, a tree that my grandfather passed by on his way to Montrose, is no longer there, and how my grandmother was shocked when i told her this a year ago.
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i don't like getting old. it all ends up passing by.
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i take minimal stuff with me when moving, usually finding a storage site or friends/family to help me out. i never moved all my life to Madison, WI, and in hindsight it both helped and hurt me. i never established roots there, but at least i'm not looking at a 14 hour trip and back to get stuff...because it's all in Pittsburgh and Columbus.
i have the pleasure of my grandmothers' 90th birthday at the end of this month (the years really do pass by quickly as you get older) and i'm hopefully hitching a ride up, and the renting a truck to carry everything back down.
Everything.
it makes me pause. i committed myself to Pittsburgh, loved/hated it, but i was established, set, made a life. Madison was always a stopover point, just a station, but i didn't know where the next stop was. i moved everything, boxes, crates, of crap from grade school. model aircraft carriers, posters of science fair stuff, everything. granted i cleaned it all out finally in The Great Purge of 2002, but the people who bought my place in Pitts had a lot of crap to sort thru.
and now, i'm taking a trip up there at the end of the month, gonna rent a truck, and just gather my life. it's frightening. reclaiming yourself from storage, from on pause, from...well, i don't even know anymore.
my father finally wants to put his old house on the market. i'm reminded of how the red maple in front of where i grew up, a tree that my grandfather passed by on his way to Montrose, is no longer there, and how my grandmother was shocked when i told her this a year ago.
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i don't like getting old. it all ends up passing by.
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