Pack boxes; unpack memories
I’ve been up to my eyeballs in boxes and I keep telling myself I will never move again.
I knew I’d feel frustrated by having to pack everything I own and physically move it to a new home knowing nothing would be out of its box or in its right place for days, if not weeks. But, what I didn’t expect was the emotion I’d feel for some of the things I was leaving behind.
It’s been exactly six years since I last moved. I remember the excitement I felt at getting the keys to my own, post-divorce home. It felt good to buy furniture knowing I didn’t have to ask what somebody else thought first. Everything, from where I’d place my TV to what kind of sheets I put on my bed, was my decision and I loved everything these possessions represented.
So, as I stood the other night in the middle of the near empty house, I had mixed feelings. I looked at the holes in the wall where my pictures once hung, remembering that it was one of my bosses and her husband who came over that first weekend after I moved in to help me hang them.
I looked at the barbecue grill in the backyard remembering another co-worker who came over with his son one afternoon so they could assemble the grill for me, along with a desk and bar stools, too.
The boxed Christmas tree in the garage was too big for me to put together by myself that first Christmas in my home. All it took was the promise of some pizza, and some of our production guys were there to put it up and take it down for me after the holidays.
The TV stand? Yup, one of the editors at work put that together for me.
On the outside, they’re just things. But I see them as more. They’re also lovely reminders of how much my friends and co-workers rallied around me when I needed the help.
We’ve heard it takes a village to raise a child. Well, sometimes it takes the same to help carry an adult through transitions in life and I’m, oh, so grateful for my little village of co-workers I also call friends.
As for the neurosis stimulated by the oodles of boxes? I’m learning to temper it knowing that everything will eventually find its place. More important is taking a few moments to stop and appreciate the new beginning these boxes represent; something my son’s fourth-grade teacher affirmed for me with this one sentence e-mail she sent about him:
“[He] is glowing with the move, new house, and your upcoming marriage!”
It doesn’t get much better than that!
Catherine Anaya anchors CBS 5 News weeknights at 5, 5:30, 6 and 10 p.m. She is a mother of two, marathon runner and motivational speaker. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org, connect with her on Facebook, twitter and at CatherineAnaya.com.