the constituent dismantle of a home

Last breakfast on glass dish ware, last blog post on a real computer, last sleep in a queen size bed with flannel sheets and the blinds pulled down, last meal in the breakfast nook on my dime store table in this beautiful house that has kept me warm and well spirited for two years.  It is so sad to say goodbye to a home.  Sniff, sniff.  The pots and pans and plates and bowls have been wrapped in dish towels and bath towels tucked into card board boxes, strapped down with packing tape and marked.  The stack of boxes has accumulated in the garage enough to build a small house of my own out of.  My stomach has churned and flipped and crawled up into my throat as I've unearthed a life and sorted it into compartments.  But as I disassemble this life I assemble another.  My pantry now fits into an 6 inch by 24 inch bottom level of a pannier and my summer home fits into the bottom level of the other box.  My reading and writing materials are zipped up in plastic bags and stuffed in between the picket line and a hatchet.  And it is all so elegantly wrapped up in a double diamond hitch with a puppy on top!  I will be honest and say that to pack up my house has taken me much longer than I ever anticipated.  And I can't say that it doesn't have anything to do with prolonging the comforts of a home.  But with the amenities sealed up in cardboard and plastic wrap I will have no reason to procrastinate.  And that will begin the beginning.  I will finally  be a gypsy traveler on horseback!  Let me not delude you or myself however.  It still is not that easy or romantic.  I will be camping in my backyard until the urge takes me, or I will wait for a ride up past Red Feather Lakes on the 25th.  But I will be ready.  If nothing else, ready to ride.