Another train car to unpack. I’m now on my ninth. One for each decade.
The first four, I packed my cars – education, family, houses, cars, friends and stuff – from cars and jars to singing tunes and measuring spoons.
Then come the unpacking. Car five, dropped sons and their stuff; car six, dropped education and career; car seven, home and hobbies; car eight, had to let go some vim and vigor. Now unpacking car nine – letting stuff go – from cars and jars to singing tunes and measuring spoons.
Keeping body and soul while awaiting the Glory Train.