Time picks up speed like a freight train on an open
plain. The move that once was far in the
distance now comes barreling into view.
Baggage comes with the move; some things get left behind. Decisions will
now be tested. Some great experiences behind. New unimagined treasures to discover.
The word is ‘intentional’, as opposed to ‘incidental.’ My daughter lives here. For twenty years we’ve met face-to face. Now there’s techno-face time. One to one in real time is so much better. I have some close friendships forged in this high desert. I’m moving two hours away---two hours driving the worst freeways in southern California. I will fight to be in touch. Aggressively carve out time. Intentional bonds last; the incidental slip away.
What furniture are we willing to get rid of? This is the discussion we had over breakfast. On the list so far---one armoire, two bookcases and a bed. Easier to burn it or give it away than to store it. Since we’re moving into part-of-a-house and storing everything else. Perhaps I can convince the wife to rethink our entire lifestyle! The average railroad boxcar is about 40 feet long, 10 feet wide and 10 feet tall. “…Third boxcar, midnight train, destination...Bangor, Maine, Old worn out clothes and shoes, I don't pay no union dues….”
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