Better Crypts and Gardens: Gothic Nesting, My So-Called Academic Life

The Bones of My Life

All Packed Up

As of 3:30 this morning, all of the packing was done and all of our things were stuffed into the POD. Stuffed is the key word here. After all the boxes, bed, and the furniture my Pop made, we ended up leaving our furniture. Our desks, altar, breakfronts, chairs, dressers, and dining table and chairs are all still in the apartment. After speaking with moving companies and the POD folks, it would be an additional $3,000+ to move it and that means the furniture stays. We calculated how much it would be to furnish our new place and it would cost about the same as if we moved it. Most of our stuff is from IKEA and it’s mismatched. I’m not upset about leaving everything here. For the first time in my adult life I’ll be able to “style” my home instead of furnishing it piecemeal, and that’s really exciting. I feel like … a grown-up! Holy smokes!

The empty apartment feels strange. It’s as if the meat is gone and all that’s left are the bones of my life. Like the trees outside my window, my apartment has lost it’s leaves, its color, its wonder. We are left with the Winter …

I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

and like the upcoming Solstice the light will return and we will start planning our gardens. In the darkest and coldest night the Sun is born and the fire starts to grow in our bellies. The Spring is going to be glorious and soon the leaves will be on the trees.

Cooking soup in a camping pot.

Our reality is going to be quite simple for the next two weeks. We’re sleeping on an air mattress, cooking in our camping pots and pans, and spending our evenings talking, playing games, and reading. I didn’t pack my knitting so hopefully I’ll finish the sweater I started forever ago. I’ll be making out Yulemas cards and there’s talk about getting a small tree to brighten our bare apartment. The simplicity of this time will do us some good. It will ground us, make us more aware of our own breath, make us focus on what matters most. I am looking forward to the quiet.

Our stuff on the truck

As I was writing this post our POD was picked up to be shipped first to New Jersey for overnight storage, and the off to Texas tomorrow morning. I can’t believe my whole life is in that thing! My photos, books, research, clothing, knick-knacks, etc. … everything is in that container. Good grief! This is so nerve wracking!

Good bye!

And away it goes. WOW! This is so surreal … see you in Texas, my memories. See you in Texas, my work. See you in Texas, my life. Until then, it’s time to breath and just “be” for a while.


6 thoughts on “The Bones of My Life”

  1. Beautifully stated. I had no idea how much I needed to read this. “…Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ..” Yes! So much Yes! Thank you. Sending inner warmth and comforting light during this time.


    1. Thanks sweets! And to you as well. That’s the whole thing about Yule/Winter Solstice … it’s about the seeds planted deep in the cold, frozen earth, seeds that are waiting for the Spring rains and warmth. It’s about the small, flickering fire in the belly. We can’t see them, but they are there waiting, and waiting, and waiting.


  2. Wishing you a all the best and love for the next big move. It looks surreal having an entire life worth of things put into a storage container.It’s quite sad but exciting. But it’s worth it when you can finally put your mark and style into your home. Talking from own experience it’s quite a nice experience going into rooms where they’ve been decorated to your style it almost feels like home lol. All the best for Yule and Christmas.


  3. I’m excited for you, Franny! A whole new chapter, and you get to style your house from scratch! lol

    I wish we had gotten rid of more stuff when we moved instead of paying huge bucks to store it. Things that work in one house seem to seldom work in another. It’s nice to start over fresh. I’m still getting rid of things and bringing in others – it’s a process, but a fun one. ❤


    1. Aw, thanks Lynne. Yeah, this was a very difficult move because we had to make some hard decisions about our stuff. Sitting here in a big house with no furniture is kind of weird and disconcerting, that’s for sure. 🙂


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