it’s snowing outside and i’m packing up my life
for my move this weekend.

as i pack, i find so many memories.
i pick up a cd, a book, a plane ticket,
and the memory comes flooding back.

i have been in one place for over a year.
much longer than i anticipated staying.
i never thought i would settle here,
but i find myself tearing out the roots,
as i pack these things.

even though i’m only moving 20 minutes away,
i’m finding this move to be life-changing.
in more ways than one.