Thursday, October 26, 2006
No Place for me (Trying to unpack)
When I arrived in Detroit, when I officially moved here, I had over 200 boxes. Boxes, bags, suitcases, partly unpacked piles from previous unpacking attempts. Almost that many still remain. I am trying to unpack. Every day, I open a box and wander around with the contents, but can find no place to put them. Today, I unpacked some spices. But the spice rack was full. The spice cupboard was full. I opened some of the spices and combined them. But not all of them were combinable. And I didn't even bring all my spices with me. Imagine how long it will take to unpack a single box if I have to take the tops off spices to combine them in order to be able to remove them from the box? And that's one small box. About 1/4 unpacked so far.
There are boxes everywhere in the house. But the house was already full. There is no place for me in this house. I had a whole housefull of stuff of my own, and I left more than half of it behind. Well, a lot, counting the furniture and the junk. I also left behind stuff I wanted and stuff I might want.
Posted by Mary Stebbins Taitt at 1:56 PM