…It’s Official

And secretly, I can’t wait to do the actual packing. For some reason I’ve always enjoyed the thought of packing all my prized possessions so lovingly and carefully and then unpacking them and remembering how and when I received or bought each piece. Appreciating each little thing all over again. I used to do that all the time when I was a kid still living with my parents. I used to play “pretend” a lot. By myself of course, lest my friends find out how weird I really was {nice now that I’m older I can admit these things and find myself funny & quirky}. When I wasn’t pretending that I was a dancer I was pretending that I was an older, more mature woman just getting ready to leave home and make it on my own {suddenly this sounding a little Mary Tyler Moore-ish}. Anyway…I would pack all my belongings into a suitcase {in those days all my belongings fit in one suitcase} and then I’d make the pretend journey to the big pretend city and start my exciting pretend life while unpacking my things.

Now pretend play is over…and I’ll be packing up and headin‘ out. No…not to the big city…but an exciting town just the same-where it’s warm in the winter and hot, hot, HOT in the summer. Where the people are different and the way of life is slower…and best of all…where my prince resides. {Yep…I know that sounds a little fairy tale-ish…but a girl has to hold on to some of her girlhood dreams…and he really is a dream}.

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