I cannot write too much today because I am still packing.
I can’t believe how much we have; in stuff we are not lacking.
The boxes in our living room – they won’t stop multiplying.
I think we’re now past forty-five; I swear I am not lying.
But hey, I think the end’s in sight – I’m happy to declare;
The bathroom’s done, the kitchen’s near, the bedroom’s getting there.
In forty hours give or take the movers will be here.
They’ll load our stuff; we’ll say goodbye – I might just shed a tear.
It’s been five years since I arrived here at two-fifty-two.
Twenty-seven, post-breakup and feeling rather blue.
How things have changed! I’ve left my job and now I have a spouse!
The next adventure -Fort Greene, Brooklyn – to our very own firehouse!
That was a creative break. Back to packing in progress… xoxo