I am a bit at a loss for words today. I guess that happens to all of us at one point or another. I know I am a bit burned out. Sure, I had a four day holiday, but most of that time was spent sorting and packing. Can't believe I am not done yet, but I am almost there. The biggest problem now is trying to figure out what to do with the love seat and sofa, the cocktail table, and my son's bed which we are not taking. Here in the city, it's not so easy to get rid of unwanted furnishings and one has to be careful not to get a ticket.
Have to get my son in gear, as well. He's got tons of things to pack. He's not coming with us, you know. Two bedroom apartments are sky high, and he really has to grow up and get out there on his own. He's becoming quite the mama's boy, and that's not something I ever wanted for him, so at this point, my letting him live with us and taking care of him is not in his best interest. He's feeling bad about it, and so am I, but it's time. I see the son upstairs, close to fifty, at a loss of how to take care of himself after his parents passed on because he lived his whole life with them and never learned how to stand on his own two feet. I don't want that for my son. I want to know that, if anything should happen to me, he'll be all right. And, it's not like I am putting him on the streets. He's going to share a place with a friend...and I know that one day he will thank me for this. Personally, though, I think I am taking it a lot harder than him.
And, with that being said, I'd like to share the following wonderful poem with you. To me, it is oh, so appropriate for my life right now.
I read within a poet's book
A word that starred the page:
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage!"
Yes, that is true; and something more
You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.
But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest.
--Henry Van Dyke--