It’s a big day for me. I’m moving yet again. Yes, it is true. Mind you. Although, I’ve lived in over 23 cities I am not moving to a new city. I’m just moving in to my third apartment in three years. I’m tired of moving. Tired of packing. Tired of unpacking. This time I barely wrapped my glassware. I put some thick sweaters on my glassware and called it a day. I no longer fret about breaking glass. As long as no one gets cut, so be it.
So be it. That is my phrase of the day. Actually, it has been my phrase for about three weeks. Sometimes you just reach a point that these very little, type A endeavors no longer matter.
I walk through the flower arches taking them in. Exhaling out my worries.