Packing

Suddenly, the boxes I put in storage a while ago feel less like a long-lost to-do list.

They and the empty totes and the set-aside bubble wrap are a step toward the future,

preparedness, one less thing to worry about

as I plan to pack again, miss calls from moving companies, email them back,

collecting voicemails and estimates as I close out my life here, move on to somewhere new.

The universe has always been good about telling me when to leave a location, leave a job,

reaffirming my choices with peace, calm, serenity. Pushing me toward greener grass, better days.

I have never looked back, regretted the moving on, wished to reverse

when the this feels right washed over me,

so I know to trust the process even if I never did get any better at packing.