Howdy. I've been feeling very tired and looking forward to being in one place, freed from the deadline we've placed over our heads to get this moving business done. 29 years in one home accumulates a lot of stuff. It's so much and the task is daunting. We might spend an evening cleaning and sorting, tossing and recycling, saving and storing and still feel that there is so much more to be done. We clear out what seems to be a mass amount, take in a moments satisfaction- then feel the reckoning of what we still need to do. Completely exhausting. At work- what ever happened to ordering small packages? Well, there's plenty of those but it seems that lately bikes, generators, shelves, 1/2 ton of books are in great demand.
When I ride the cable car up the hills of SF with the views of California Street, I feel sad. Nearing the end of time in San Francisco- sure, I'll still work here and yes, we will spend time here but we will just be visitors.
It's a feeling of being caught in between with giant amounts of nostalgia and memories with the flip side of the mess that still is. I realize that once we are done, and can fully embrace our next as now, a certain amount of peace and content will be present. Plus it wouldn't hurt to get that jukebox back and functioning.
For now I enjoy the comfort of our bed (old friend) and count the days we have left in San Francisco. Hey, will someone just take a crap in front of the building one more time? I'd count faster then.
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