first went the white desk to the girl who happened to be a friend’s best friend,
proving, once again, the small world theory
and then there was the bookshelf and the mirror,
which i sold to the shy girl from newfoundland
and now the stove, the washer, the dryer —
to the cute, funny french graphic designers who work down the street
friday, the mattress goes
saturday, the fridge
there’s not much left around here
i can already hear the echos of an empty home
it feels aerial. and lonely at the same time
and it’s windy out there, today.
so windy.
it’s stirring everything up inside me
sometimes (often) i’m on board with change, excited for it
these days, i’m fighting it
change means letting go of something
and though i have much to gain in the process
i’m leaving so much behind
still… over the next 3 weeks,
i’ll watch other pieces leave
until there is nothing left
and i am free to go
and all this stress and emotion will settle
as the plane lifts off the runway
and when i’m sitting there with my wine and my pretzels
i know i’ll be thinking “see. that wasn’t all that bad, was it?”
but until then, i’ve got some emotional waves to ride
