my my, the boxes
September 12, 2006
I did the above illustration for Balt Sun a few months back, not realizing it was a little off. With some moving experience now under my belt, I should have drawn three times that many boxes around the woman and her huddled down in the corner, crying-mixing-with-laughing. I would still draw the wine though.
Good grief. Our boxes and furniture arrived yesterday and the poor movers lugged it all up the stairs to our tiny apartment and then crammed it all into any space they could find. It’s ridiculous. I know we moved from a house to an apartment, but I didn’t realize the apartment was this small.
Look at where I am sitting right now. I can’t even turn around! hee. sob.
I could complain a whole lot right now, but I am not going to go there. I have a lot of good things to look at too. (Check me out full of grace… hee!)
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Oh yeah, one thing I was going to tell you: All the way down here I listened to Anne Lamott’s book on cd: “Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith” I read the book a few years back, but it was great to hear the author read it. Made the drive go quickly… especially chapter 13 on radical self acceptance. Loved that. I have more thoughts on that subject, but am quite in need of a shower now.
And with that in mind, I am ending this post with no apologies for lack of time.
September 12th, 2006 at 6:24 pm
I love this illo. But you are right. More boxes, less serene look on face would be closer to the truth.
My last move was eight years ago, and not long ago I came across an unopened box tucked in the back
of a closet labelled “Open Immediately” in thick black Sharpie. Ugh.
September 12th, 2006 at 6:33 pm
Oh my Nadine! hee! What was in the box?
September 13th, 2006 at 12:17 pm
I felt slightly reassured by the fact that the box didn’t have a foul odour (as in - My God! We forgot to unpack Fluffy!!).
It was actually a good lesson in the importance (or not) of “stuff” in my life. It was mainly documents, some photographs,
stuff I thought I would need right away to deal with being in a new country (I’m from Canada), and would help me feel settled.
Turns out I settled in quite nicely without all my “very important things” . I didn’t need the final pay stub from my job, or
the floppy disc of emails, or even my favourite coffee mug. I had my husband, and my dog and really, it turned out that was all I needed to “unpack immediately”.
:-)
September 16th, 2006 at 7:04 pm
Wow. I love your work… and would love to link your site to mine. I’m a photographer starting out in Nashville…I wishI knew how to do all the technical stuff on my blog! I haven’t been here in so long…